Second Life Monster Factory Novels & Stories

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Ronan let out a heavy, guttural breath in his distant bunker, hurling his headset against the reinforced wall as his beast roared over another blown opportunity to establish a perimeter around my loyalty. A self-deprecating, bitter smile touched my mouth as I stared at the dark monitor. I retrieved the ruby tooth necklace from its carbon housing, letting the heavy iron links wrap around my knuckles while my processors tracked the mysterious craftsmanship. Ultimately, I dropped the stones back into the dark floor safe, completely indifferent to which faction boss was running a shadow play against my gate.

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

WG-02. This is life. My life. Break a rule, punishment. Lose a fight, punishment. Talk back, punishment. Punishment. Punishment. Punishment. I existed around being punished. My pale skin is littered with the scars of my mistakes, from cuts to burns to lashings and more. They were always creative with my punishment. But I earned each one. I know that. I was bred for this, it’s my only reason to exist. But deep down inside of myself, I feel like there must be more. I feel it, in my soul. If I even have a soul. Do monsters have souls? I hope we do. Anyway, this is my world. Born in a lab and engineered for eradication. I don’t even have a proper name. Whiskey-Gulf Zero-Two. That's what I'm call

“We might have something. That last signal wasn’t as clean.” Carlo stepped closer. “Talk to me.” “Give us ten minutes.” Ten minutes later, the guy came back. “We found something. A signal pinged near an abandoned warehouse in the old industrial area. Looks like it was sent from there.” Carlo nodded. “Suit up. We’re heading out now.” Jude stepped in front of him. “You’re still recovering. You shouldn’t be in the field.” “I don’t care,” Carlo said, his tone final. “She’s my wife.”

The Oracle ran off another way, drawing the Hybrids after her. “This way,” Lilith said. “I know a place.” They followed her through the graves, over the fence, into empty streets. Dawn was starting to break. They didn't stop running until Lilith led them to an old factory, Mining Facility, a rusty sign said. Inside was all concrete and cold metal. Water dripped somewhere in the dark. Flickering lights flickered weak yellow. “Let me look at him,” Lilith said, but Tamara was already checking Kai's shoulder.

A fierce resolve swept over me, setting my determination ablaze. It was clear that a battle between us could no longer be avoided. … Throughout my pregnancy, Xavier showed me nothing but tenderness and care. Worried that our current home wasn't spacious enough, he arranged for us to move into a bigger house. When I discovered the new place was actually a villa, I was completely shocked. "Where did you get the money for this?" I asked. Raising an eyebrow, Xavier responded candidly, "I earned it myself." Puzzled, I pressed further. "But how did you manage to make so much?"

After what she saw at the abandoned factory, she knew that something was wrong. "That factory we escaped from, it was abandoned, it is like they made those things and lost control of them," Emma said. "That's not good," Steve whispered. A bang on the door caught their attention and a resistance soldier entered work fear in his eyes. "We got bad news, Saber," It Raven. "What is it?" Saber asked as he stood up from his chair. "A full six carriage trains filled with wolf monsters are en route to Moonlight Valley," Raven reported. "What of our men?" Saber asked.

A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld. I also added monsters like the last one I had created just in case the monsters arrived and I needed a chance to escape. This time, I gave them super strength, a little more height, and speed. The black mist appeared just as three scorpion-wolves stepped out of the forest, their eyes on me, and roared. Taking an involuntary step back, I summoned my earth powers. Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long.

When he could finally move, the tiny Fate was looking at a transparent door and one not-to-be-believed monster made of pulsing unwound souls, yarn, and needles. "It's a yarn cryptid! Is that always there? What do you feed it? Did you forget to feed it?" Tarsi was collecting his needles from the floor. "Why would I keep a cryptid as a pet?" Purl demanded, rummaging in his pouch for something that might help him fight the writhing monster. "These only spawn when something cataclysmic has happened. Something that fucks up the reincarnation cycle."