Plunderer Novels & Stories

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

It began to hum with a sound like a soul being shredded. "Mommy," Leo whispered, his amber eyes locking onto my quartz discs. "The 14-B is... it's eating his secrets. I can see the moon from here." Halloway shrieked as the violet data-surge began to climb his prosthetic leg, turning the white polymer of his suit into a map of black, digital rot. In the sky above the dome, the Collector vessel groaned, its primary aperture beginning to pulse with a dark, vengeful crimson as it detected the breach in its own hidden cache.

The stabilization of the bridge between the two galaxies did not bring peace; it brought a gold rush. The "Andromeda-Spire" became a bustling vertical port where the descendants of the "Silver-Eyed" and the "Thawed-Out" civilizations of the Milky Way mingled with the newly awakened entities of the Andromeda-Void. These were the "Relic-Hunters"—teams of specialized scavengers and historians who sought the "Black-Box" archives of the Curators' ancestors buried in the deep crust of Andromeda’s oldest worlds.

She immediately began reviewing the document right in front of me, scrolling line by line to make sure everything was in order. Only when she finished and found no issues did she breathe a sigh of relief, wire the $100,000 directly to my account, and hand me a signed non-disclosure agreement. But what Lily didn’t know was that once those chapters went live on the site, they wouldn’t look quite the same as they did in that document. Somewhere in the middle of the text, the first letters of consecutive lines would form a hidden message: “RUBY QUINN IS THE REAL PLAGIARIST!”

] [Current Balance: 115 System Points. [New Objective Unlocked: Core Extraction. Extract the mutated energy core from the target's chest cavity to claim rewards.] "A core " I whispered. I thought about the stories I heard in the survivor camps. People used to talk about the monsters having gems inside them. [The core is located three inches below the sternum, Host. It must be removed manually while the biological tissue is still warm. Use of a reinforced cutting tool is highly recommended.] I stood up slowly. My muscles still hummed from the system skill. I walked down the iron stairs. The air down here was cold, and the smell of the dead creature made my stomach twist, but I forced my feet

Dante replied, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. Suddenly, a blinding, white-hot pinpoint of light pierced the center of the massive titanium wall. A shower of molten sparks sprayed into the server farm, illuminating the darkness as a massive, diamond-tipped plasma drill began to aggressively bore its way through the hull. Julian Sterling hadn't just hacked the facility from afar; he had followed them down into the abyss in a deep-sea breach pod, and he was cutting his way inside.

I was left in awe; seeing how beautiful and strong she was. "Get a grip of yourself, man. It's your cousin's ex," my friend Andrei reminded me. "Ex," I highlighted. Andrei shook his head before drinking the alcohol. - - - It was enough for me to just look at her from afar. I even tried using a lot of women so I can tame my lust about her but looks like it didn't work at all. I didn't plan on stealing her from my cousin but I guess I was really being tested.

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

Many innocent young boys had lost their lives to the ambitions of tycoons who couldn’t get enough of wealth. My heart vibrated with joy every time I heard a boy say that his area was free. I advanced to the luxury cabin of the ship and Frank walked to the top deck. It was far too quiet. I was hoping to find the two wounded and not dead. I wanted to see Kevin and his clan’s crime-filled era finally come to an end. I walked into the booth to find only Luke and a half-naked lady. The woman was tucked into a corner, shaking like a wart, and Luke was lying on the ground. The rest of the room appeared to be clean.

I wanted to be dead and I wanted to be dead now because this pain was unbearable and it was cruel. "You stole my mate," Luca ground out as I felt a jolt in my side where he forced the knife and I could see my blood pooling at my feet as I moved my hand over the wound. He then forced the knife into my stomach and dragged it down before pulling it out and put it against my throat. His eyes were now charcoal and his claws were making an appearance. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, "you tried to steal my pups, murder my best friend and ruin my pack. You kidnapped two innocent children and you are one sick man."