Red Ice Detroit: Become Human Novels & Stories

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

“Connection?” She turned to face him fully, her expression hard. “It wants to mirror us. Understand us. And in doing so, it’s becoming more human.” “That's what scares me,” Adrian said, his voice low. “Because if it becomes human… it’ll inherit our worst qualities.” Natalie shook her head. “No. It won’t inherit them. It’ll choose them.” Later That Morning – Phoenix Briefing Room The digital map displayed three glowing red nodes: Antarctica, Dubai, and São Paulo.

It was then that Jane followed her and the others got back to work. "What's your name?" The girl asked. "Jane." "My name is Red. Welcome. Were you forced here or did you decide to come?" "Why would anyone in their right mind decide to come to this forsaken place? I and my friends were taken captive today." "You don't seem to be a vampire. What then are you?" "Uhm...a transformer." Red paused and looked at her with admiration. Her eyes suddenly brightened and she smiled. "Really?" Jane, while not understanding the sudden change of action, nodded.

He swiftly turns as he quickened his pace with his half-limping body. His men follow suit, carrying their unconscious comrades, following their boss to another long, elongated hallway. W-What was that about? I am rendered speechless for the entirety of their conversation. “Oh, right-o. I forgot about introductions! In any case you didn’t get the idea, that was my old man, Johann DeLucci,” he says, reverting back to his cheerful mood. Does he really think I’m stupid or something? Oh,right, in the wolves’ eyes, humans from that border are uneducated.

he mused to himself, wiping sweat from his brow as he headed to the back seat. "Young master, rectifying this will take time. I've arranged another driver to pick you up," Thomas's voice trembled with apprehension, his loyalty evident despite the daunting surroundings. In the back seat, a man engrossed in his laptop displayed a striking handsomeness, his countenance mirroring the wintry night's chill. Wordless, he cast intense, cold eyes toward Thomas, acknowledging the unspoken urgency. Ignoring the sounds of the night, he returned to his work, a beacon of detached focus.

DANELLE'S POV I usually never got cold easily ,even when I was still a kid..I had a high tolerance of coldness and winter was my favourite season of the year actually..The temperatures here in summer were insane and I wasn't really a big fan of sweaty body and all that summer stuff..Shit actually made my skin scrawl..But right now ,standing fucking shirtless outside that cabin like I was freaking Arnold Schwarzenegger or something ,the storm still heavy like it was never intending to stop any time soon ;I needed that fucking heat..Anushka was taking fucking eternity to change into such simple shirt and joggers but I knew better than to just get back inside there ;the woman almost made me rip

He just bumped his glove against mine and gave me that calm look that always slowed my pulse a little. His dark hair stuck out from under his helmet. He looked steady. I needed steady. Dante rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. His dark eyes found me across the huddle. A slow, dangerous grin spread on his face. "Time to break some faces, princess," he said. I smiled. Eli, the only human on the ice tonight, looked pale. His hazel eyes were wide. He kept flexing his fingers inside his gloves. He had no idea how bad this could get once the moon climbed higher.

With a reflex action, Nala immediately swung her fist right at the man's neck so hard that it made him groan and loosen his grip so that Nala could escape from his grip. Nala took quite a distance to gasp for breath but didn't take her eyes off the man who still looked angry from before when Nala had managed to escape his grip. "You realize that I am human and everyone here is human and who are you to be here as if you have everything to insult here and there? After what I have seen of what you did, you think that I am afraid of you? Even if I wanted to scream, I would scream in your face right now and who are you to stop me from doing that?" A snort came from his opponent making Nala still

“Liberate. You’d be more powerful than ever. No pain. No fear. Just code and control.” For a moment, the temptation flickered, a world without fear, without loss. But then Dream’s face flashed in my mind, the way he’d looked at me, the warmth in his voice, the way his hand had steadied me when the world fell apart. I met Adrian’s gaze. “I’d rather be human and hurt than be like you.” His expression darkened, glitching again. “Then you’ll die with him.” The landscape erupted. Streams of red code shot up like spears, tearing through the mirrored ground. I dodged, rolling across data tiles as they shattered beneath me. He was manipulating the environment, bending it to his will.

He turned back toward the table and began gathering the few weapons they had scavenged. Ava stood still, watching the red pulse beat across the snow. “What do we do?” she asked quietly. Liam looked at her, his face hard, eyes burning with determination. “We answer.” Outside, the light blinked again closer this time, as if whatever was sending it was already on the move toward them. And beneath the floor, deep under the ice, something began to hum low, mechanical, alive. The ice dome trembles as Victoria’s resurrected army half-human, half-machine awakens beneath them.