Rhys Wakefield Purge Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how you probably do it around here, but I’m handling a lot, and I need you to understand. I’ve slated the cleansing ritual to begin in the next three days. I’m sure you understand.” I nodded, a loose tension tightening within me. “Of course I understand. And we do have a couple of outstanding trials waiting for us, so I suggest we should just get this over with.” The witch doesn’t nod, so I looked away from him, letting my gaze land on elder Rhys. He smiled back and nodded, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Of course, we should get this overwith, yes.” He nodded and rose. “We should take our leave now, Alpha.”

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

Rhye wiped his bloodied blade on the dead Rogue's jacket and idly observed the swift disintegration of the last body in the alley. The postmortem cleanup was courtesy of Rhye's titanium weapons, a metal that acted as poisonous acid to the diseased cellular makeup of Rogue. The three bodies dissolved in the snow, reducing flesh, bone, and clothing to nothing but dark spots of ash against the pristine white.

"I SEEDED THE WELLS TO CREATE HARMONY. YOU HAVE CREATED NOISE. YOU HAVE BLURRED THE LINES BETWEEN THE CLAY, THE COLD, AND THE LIGHT. THE EXPERIMENT HAS DEVIATED BEYOND RECOVERY." "It's not an experiment!" Kael roared, feeling the pressure of the Designer's gaze crack his obsidian skin. "It's a Life! We aren't your variables!" The Designer raised a hand, a pillar of white light. "DELETION INITIATED." Across Earth, the purge began. People didn't die; they simply ceased to be. A shifter in the middle of a howl turned into a white pillar and vanished. A forest in the A****n became a flat, gray plane. The memory of the "Howl of the Stars" started to dissolve from the minds of the survivors.

"They're just evidence to him. They aren't lives; they're files in a cabinet." "Alpha! We have to move!" the sentry shouted, pointing at a terminal flashing a crimson sequence. "The Purge Protocol is live! It’s an oxygen-depletion and white phosphorus dump. It’s designed to incinerate every organic trace. In ninety seconds, this whole place is going to be a furnace!" "You mean this whole place is going to blow?" Fennigan roared. "It’s going to melt into the mountain!"

Rhys growled, his voice vibrating through the metal of the herald’s helmet, "that the Vance lineage is no longer for sale. And the Apex Leagues belong to the wolves again." With a brutal flex of his shoulder, Rhys hurled the herald through the breached seawall, sending him tumbling out into the dark, roaring waves of the open ocean. Silence returned to the subterranean vault, save for the steady rushing of seawater pouring through the hole in the wall and the heavy, rhythmic thud of Rhys’s breathing.

The next move would not be a technical glitch; it would be a legal execution. ​Rhys did not let go of my hand. He kept his fingers locked with mine as we walked out of the security office and back into the main hallway. "Arthur will freeze my personal accounts by Monday morning," Rhys stated flatly. "He will try to starve out my resources so I cannot pay your firm's monthly retention f*e."

The red mole at her eye seared with heat, a physical manifestation of her rage. "No, you are our masterpiece." The voice turned soft, seductive like a viper sliding over silk. "Relinquish control of Phoenix PR and return to Zuriz to help us complete the final data collection. You will receive eternal life and infinite wealth. Lucas’s petty assets are but dust in our eyes compared to what we offer." "And if I refuse?" "Then we initiate the 'Purge Protocol.' Do not forget, since we gave you this 'rebirth,' we hold the kill switch. With one command, your current consciousness will vanish like a computer losing power. Your body will remain, but you will be gone."

Rage. The system’s rage. Not at me. At itself. The chamber screamed again. Actually screamed. Every light flashed violently red. Every crystal overhead shattered simultaneously. The awakened wolves scattered in panic. Kael’s voice burst through the bond faintly— “THE WHOLE CITY JUST LOST POWER!” Mara shouted over distant chaos. “Silas, underground sectors are collapsing!” The King’s voice came immediately after. “The council triggered total purge.” Silas didn’t look away from me. “Then they die first.”

Kimberly felt utterly speechless. Too drained to engage further, she simply drove away, but in the rearview mirror, his forlorn, defeated figure lingered on the sidewalk. Later, her private investigator reported that Richard had unleashed a brutal beating on Lotta, ultimately causing her to miscarry. Her social media posts about the pregnancy abruptly ceased. Three days later, Kimberly's assistant burst in, wide-eyed with urgency. "Madam, someone's dragging your name through the mud online!"