Projection Chapter 31 Novels & Stories

The door swished open. This room was darker and a fraction of the size. There was only one consul and apparently no other exit. My claustrophobia was really kicking in now. The low wall lighting picked out a round shape in the centre. Eyes growing accustomed to the dim, I saw a large half-sphere resting on its back like some huge contact lens. Transparent pipes were filling it with some kind of gunge. Above the half-sphere hung a complex version of the ‘Projection equipment’ Carver had demonstrated.

"Good afternoon everyone, thank you all for gracing us with your presence and....." "Can you please cut the chit-chat and get on with it ?" Cassandra interrupted. I inhale and exhale then I looked at her. "Miss Cassandra, please refrain from interrupting me," I warned her and when she tries to reply, Giovanni shut her up with his right hand. "Permit me to continue Sir," I requested from Giovanni. "You may continue," he permitted. The projector above my head on the board displayed my proposal and I began the presentation. "This project is called Memories," I said and I could hear the shifting of legs and chairs.

I wanted to be able to attend the first council meeting in projection form. So, while Savenia slept I took the time to work on projecting around the dusty dingy basement. Each time I would try to hold the projection just a little bit longer. Move a little bit faster. At first, the energy used to project would knock me out. Would drain me, but the practice was making it easier to withhold a long session without the feeling of being drained. “Savenia…” I called out quietly. “Savenia…” I called out a little bit louder.

The true war hasn't even started. The scavenged projector hummed loudly in the damp air of the Deep Warren's central medical cavern. The device cast a harsh, flickering blue light against the smoothed basalt wall, illuminating a towering, complex biological schematic. Dr. Eliana Mushi stood before the projected image, her face pale, the dark bags under her eyes a testament to seventy-two hours of sleepless, frantic decryption.

The air in the room seemed to sizzle after Nisi mentioned the ‘pack’. I tried to focus on my laptop screen, but the numbers were blurring into a mess of black ink. Every time I reached for my water glass, I could feel their eyes tracking the movement of my wrist, my throat, my pulse. It was like being in a cage with two lions who were currently deciding if I was a guest or a snack. “The projections,” I started. I cleared my throat and tried again, channeling every ounce of that cum laude energy.

Chapter 96 Rohan POV The room rose when I entered. It was quieter than that, chairs shifting, backs straightening, voices tapering off mid-sentence. The kind of respect that didn’t need to announce itself because it had already been earned. I took my seat at the head of the table, folding my hands together as the final projections flickered onto the screen behind me. “Proceed,” I said. They did. The presentation moved like a well-trained machine. Maps, figures, territorial overlays, contract clauses, political alignments. Every piece of the board laid out cleanly, neatly, obediently. A future designed to bend the way I wanted it to.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Something like air leaking from a balloon. His body was torn through from shoulders to thighs and he was pinned to the table completely. At least the spikes distracted him from the burn. They added a new sensation of pain so great, his mind wasn't even capable of comprehending it. He wondered vaguely if he'd gone into shock; if it was even possible for one such as he. He opened his eyes to slits and saw six faces watching with horrified fascination as his blood; his strength, as it were; flowed from his body and through the drain. They all looked exactly as he would have expected; both hungry and disgusted.

Chapter 86 “Fantastic,” Cassian rasped weakly, “now the haunted system has two favorites.” The neural core pulsed behind him. Softly. Almost fondly. Seraphine stared at it in visible disbelief. “I genuinely don’t know how to process any of this anymore.” “You and me both,” Damon muttered. The archived projections surrounding the chamber flickered again. Children standing in fractured white light across cracked walls and collapsing screens. Some bruised. Some expressionless. Some still visibly afraid.

The soil consisted of black, mirrored obsidian glass. From this abyss grew Thousands of powerful, shining columns up. They pulsated in one hypnotic amber and moved like the giant trees of a mechanical forest to the invisible ceiling. “The core processor,” swept Silas. He clinged to my gun, his eyes flickered nervously as if his mind after the brutal hack was still against fight the enemy frequency. “This is not a normal space. It is a neuronal Projection chamber.’