Mortality Walten Files Novels & Stories

“You put her on that table with your own hands. Elara is dead. She is truly dead. Are you satisfied now?” She threw a stack of papers into his chest. They scattered across the floor. At the top lay the diagnosis he had crushed beneath his boot. Final Stage Wolf Collapse Estimated survival time: less than forty-eight hours

Hunt Corporation, 7:15pm… “Boss, these are the files containing everything we have found out about what happened to Mr. Morgan's wife, Amalia Morgan, 20 years ago,” Mike said respectfully and placed the files on the desk. “What about the files on the Philadelphia mall project?” Kayden asked in his usual cold voice, his head still lowered as his fingers flew rapidly on his keyboard. Mike heard Kayden's question, and he felt like hitting his head against the wall so that he could become unconscious.

Still, I pulled the first document forward, unrolling it with care. The first entry was dated months ago. It mentioned unusual deaths and wolves collapsing during routine patrols. The descriptions were clinical but disturbing—healthy warriors were found convulsing on forest paths, their eyes clouded white, veins darkened beneath their skin. Three dead in the first week alone, with no apparent cause.

He paused, the silence stretching, amplifying my dread. “The target was James Wei.” Wei? Not me? Relief warred with confusion. Why Wei? What did Nathan hope to find? “Anything else, Thompson?” “Yes, sir. Richards received their final report two days before he disappeared. Encrypted file. We can’t access the contents, but the file name…” Another pause. “Get on with it, Thompson!” “The file name, sir… It was ‘Agatha’s Secret’.”

PART VAscensionFebruary—April, 1878 CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Penance “I recognize, in retrospect, why some would take offense to the Immortalist Papers. The fact of the matter is, they reflected the commonly-held beliefs of the age in which they were written. I do not feel it is fair to blame me for spreading ideas that were already commonly-held. You must understand that we are in a period of rapid change, and one can hardly be expected to know what lies around every corner. For God’s sake, I was only doing what I was told! You want me to put my family at risk? My wife, my children? If I’d refused to write those papers, you know what would have happened to them—and to me, for that matter. And t

Valentina hated humanity. Those children disappeared. And I never questioned it before. I opened the encrypted archives, the ones only Valentina or her right hand could access. Good thing I was both. The files loaded. I read the first entry. The tag said: DISPOSABLE #0029 TERMINATED BY ORDER OF LADY BATHORY. Terminate. Such a polite word. It meant slaughter. Anger curled in my chest. “I will fix this,” I whispered. “All of it.” I downloaded everything, names, birthplaces, photos, execution logs, experiment reports onto a USB drive hidden under my sleeve.

She walked with me looking all perplexed. "Dead wolves don't have a file, do they?" I asked her, it was just a hint but I knew she wouldn't get what I meant. "No, that's because that particular wolf's file is burned on the day he or she dies. As people think it's no more important to keep it but wait...how is it connected to your case? Why did you say that?" She looked at me with a raised brow. "When the time will come, I will make sure you know why I said this." I winked at her before walking near the kitchen where Eva was. The little one probably heard my voice and knew I was coming because she came running halfway to me.

It worked, " Elena breathed. "It actually worked. " Keys clicked. Files opening. Data streaming across a screen I couldn 't see. "What does it say?" I asked. "What' s in the files?" Elena was quiet. Too quiet. "What does it say?" I demanded. "Everything, " she whispered. "Patient names. Death certificates. Financial records. Communications between your father and Rebecca. Evidence of bribes. Cover ups. And, and. " "And what?" "A video file. Labeled 'For Lana. Play only in my absence.

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

Otherwise, they would not have pushed me to get gastric sleeve surgery so quickly. The day they suggested it, I called a doctor in the state capital and explained my condition. The doctor said I was not healthy enough for the surgery and faced a high risk of dying from an infection afterward. That was when I realized that after Jenny's condition had stabilized, she no longer needed my cells. So, I had lost all value to them. That was why I had left the suicide note. I wanted to see how they would react. As expected, they were delighted that I had chosen to die. It spared them from having to keep pressuring me into surgery.