Novel Core Be You Novels & Stories

Back remained the black glass console. In her midst a small one opened, square compartment. A solid, cylindrical data core of pure Karbonium. I stretched my hand and grabbed the core. He felt heavy and warm on. “So you’re aristocratic,” Nova said with a sloping grin and supported on her gun. “The queen of scrap and machines.” “I am a mechanic,” I said and pressed the data core firmly to my chest. ‘And we have just received the greatest mission of our life.”

It turned into a round deep shaft lined with shiny metal and pulsing white lights. The shaft looked like a throat leading into the belly of the world. June gasped she held the glass clipboard tight to her chest her fingers were still numb. The coldness from the Machines touch stayed on her skin like a ghost. "The map " June said, "it says the Core is not a power source it is a nursery." Hope asked, "A nursery for what?" The silver girl stood at the edge of the hole her eyes scanned the dark depths. "I hear a heartbeat but it is not human it is heartbeats at once."

Silence filled the network. The woman whispered in horror, “Where did he go?” Nova’s voice trembled. “He’s inside the core.” The younger man looked stunned. “Alive?” Kieran answered quietly through the pulse. “For now.” Nova’s hands clenched. “We have to bring him back.” Kieran’s voice grew grim. “That won’t be easy.” “Why?” Silence stretched for a long moment. Then Kieran spoke slowly. “Because the core is where the Architect lives.” Nova’s breath stopped.

Days later, Alpha Zaid stood in the dimly lit office of the Moonbeam Pack’s Alpha house, his patience wearing thin. He had been trying to close a deal with Alpha Saif for days, but the negotiations were proving to be far more challenging than he had anticipated. The deal was meant to benefit both packs—a trade agreement that would secure resources for Zaid's territory and allow Moonbeam Pack exclusive access to certain hunting grounds. But Saif’s greed had made him unwilling to agree, arguing that the deal didn’t offer him enough in return.

I took her hands before I kissed her knuckles. “That’s before I knew that I can conquer them. But now, I fear that we will taint our reputation together. And I still have my investors to satisfy,” I said before Barbara was laughing at me. I kissed her as I wanted to savor her laughter. “You’ll be fine. I know you are. Because you’re now Professor Brandon Cornwall from the Geology department of NYU who discovered the Cornwall’s Core or the scientific name for it was Calcium Silicon Dioxide (CaSiO2). You can do it. I know you will,” Barbara said as I was taking in my deep breaths.

Her voice shook with something ancient: “It wants… its core.” Silence hit the clearing like a blade. Alexander’s face went pale. “Core? Lena—what core?” Z-04 answered, monotone: “You.” Lena’s heart stopped. “No…” she whispered. “No, I’m not a core—I’m—” Z-03 interrupted gently: “You are Z-02. The heart-stabilizer. The only one ever created with emotion as the central source.” Jay screamed again, collapsing fully as the pulses inside him intensified. Elias slid beside him, holding him down.

His voice was laced with an unwavering certainty, a chilling promise. Kael finished his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. “He’s a ghost in the system. No digital footprint, barely any social media. He’s good at disappearing.” “But not good enough,” Damon snarled, turning to face them, his eyes blazing. “He may have slipped through our fingers once, but he won’t again. He doesn’t understand the true nature of what he ignited in us. The depth of our… need.”

Boot tries to tell me when I huff across the room and grab some water directly above where my little spy is hiding. "I don't have a core," I gripe. "A core isn't needed to put numbers into a spreadsheet. A core isn't needed to walk to and from my quarters at home or here. A core isn't needed to put on a red stripe and die, so please keep your stupid core and I'll keep mine." If glares could render someone unconscious, Boot would be laid out on the floor. His son probably doesn't need to hear my complaints, but I'm beyond caring.

Gia watched me read it twice, then said quietly, “He’s trying to draw you out.” “Good,” I said. “Let him.” “Alana—” “I’m not my father,” I said. “And I’m not the girl who waited for rescue. I built the Core for this exact reason — so we’d never be blind again.” Gia hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I’ll alert Niko.” “Don’t. Not yet,” I said. “Let me see how deep it runs first.” She raised a brow. “You planning to bait him?”

She immediately read the next paragraph to confirm, if she's right then maybe she can create a core one? Having a core as a person born is a gift, but a gift doesn't mean you need it from someone else. You can create it, one of one million will succeed to create a core and once you do it you can be one of the strongest. Core is used to save energy, and also turn the energy to its host powers. Core isn't just connected to physical, it also connects in emotional, and spiritual.