Projection Chapter 31 Novels & Stories

I can feel it. I stand alone at the front of the now silent lecture hall, the weight of the students' voices and energy still lingering in the air like an echo. My eyes drift to the glowing projection on the wall, an ancient symbol from the cave, the trident cross spiral flickering slightly in the fading afternoon light. With a soft sigh, I walk to the control panel and press the button to turn the projector off. The light cuts out, and the screen goes dark, leaving only the ambient golden hue of the setting sun spilling in from the tall windows.

They'd discreetly exchanged gazes, although I couldn't interpret what these expressed. They charged their true essence into a weird contraption which then pushed a projection into the vast sky, revealing a face. I heard someone close by saying to another that the contraption was called the Headquarter Video Projector, and it was used to pass only important messages from the headquarter at Magnificent Spirit kingdom.

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.

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.’

“If I leave, this projection will follow.” “And I cannot fight what I cannot touch.” “You can,” I said softly. “You ground me.” The shape pulsed brighter. “He cannot protect you from what you are.” I snapped, “I am not yours.” The shape twisted. The faint outline of a mouth curled upward. “You always were.” Kairos roared. “Enough.” He swung again. The projection burst into flurries of light, scattering across the room in streaks that looked like falling stars. They reformed behind him.

Quickly, I closed my eyes, focused on the projection within my mind, and snuffed it out. When I peeked my eyes open again, the glowing apparition of Asher was gone. But by then, it was already too late. Nicole had seen. “I can explain,” I said. Nicole stuck her head up from her hiding spot on the other side of my bed. “Cynthia… was that…?” I nodded. There was no denying it now. Still, I felt nervous saying it aloud and whispered it instead, “I have the projection ability.”

The monitor screen switched to an old photo of Sofia White holding a small vial containing a clear blue liquid the true core of Project Chimera. END OF CHAPTER 97..

--- No clear connections. --- No center. --- Just fragments. --- Victor watched the empty projections. --- “From the outside,” he said, --- “This looks like complete eradication.” --- Elena nodded. --- “That’s what they need to believe.” --- Because belief— --- Was now a weapon. --- The projections flickered faintly. --- Not showing connections— --- Showing movement. --- Their enemy. --- Confident. --- Relaxed. --- Pulling back. --- “They think they’ve won,” Adrian said.

The architecture itself reflected adaptive principles. Eventually they arrived at a large circular room. Hundreds of people stood inside. Watching a projection. Everlyn immediately recognized Marcus standing near the center. Some things truly never changed. He still looked intensely focused whenever he discovered something unusual. Liora stood beside him. Jesse leaned against a nearby wall. The old team. Older. Wiser. Still together. Marcus looked up as Everlyn entered. His expression carried excitement. Real excitement. That alone made her curious. “What happened?” Marcus pointed toward the projection.