Sibyl System Novels & Stories

I knew Sibyl must be having some trouble getting the antidote, but I didn't expect her to pay so much for it. Sibyl saw the sadness in my eyes and gave me a big smile. "It's okay. I just can't see colors, but my vision isn't affected. I can still see you clearly." Sibyl cocked her head and made a cute face. I knew she was trying to make me happy, but my heart sank.

At that moment, the lights came on and the elevator continued downwards as Sule left the control room. * * * Above the wild deep in the forest, somewhere close to Caliba. A group of helicopters flew past dropping soldiers to search for the ancient land of Caliba. A land in which at that moment were being chastised by the Ngwal Apata. The Ngwal ocean had risen in anger, the rock guiding the village spun around in outrage raising a cold breeze in from of think smog from the ocean covering the whole landform sight. The rocks calmly laid back on the tiny stones and covered the people as soon as the soldiers moved away, the smog cleared.

Captain Rian’s reply. “Sorry Rian. Force of nature.” Genesis replied with a smile. [Aster walked towards their room. Genesis and Captain Rian also made their way to Chief Vincent’s office.] [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sewers Square - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:40)]

“He thinks we don’t know about this place.” Maya’s voice crackles through the earpiece Marcus gave me. “I’ve looped the cameras. You’ve got a twelve-minute window before the system pings for verification. East approach is clear. There’s a service door on the back side with a deadbolt but no alarm. Get in, get Lucy, get out. I’ll guide you once you’re inside.” I nod even though she can’t see me. “Let’s move.”

Sibyl's face drained of color, and her wolf ears flattened sharply with shock. The Hutchinson family's signature fir pheromones grew chaotic, scattering like embers in a storm. When her son Eugene died in battle, she'd used this scent to comfort Gloria, allowing her to leave the pack in hopes of finding a suitable mate. But she never imagined Gloria would mate with Ulrik—a man who sought breeders soon after his battlefield achievements. Sibyl despised Ulrik. The Hutchinsons, a military family, would never condone such behavior. She couldn't fathom Gloria's choice.

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

"How long until I go back, System?" "Seven days. You have one week to bid farewell to this world." I lowered my gaze, understanding. Even if I didn't like my original world, I had no other choice. It took true betrayal from John for me to realize that there was no one more reliable in this world than myself. Rather than placing everything in someone else’s hands, it was better to take control myself. Meanwhile, a trending topic suddenly appeared on social media. It was footage of John and Ivy travelling together in Franconia. In the video, the two of them were inseparable, like newlyweds, their faces full of happiness.

had created a strange, new hierarchy among the "Old Twins." ​Julian had taken it upon himself to be the Chief of Technology for his siblings. He and Silas were currently working on a "Cry-Translator" that used AI to distinguish between a "hunger cry," a "discomfort cry," and what Julian called a "Sterling Power-Play." ​"Look at the waveform, Silas," Julian said, pointing to a sharp peak on his monitor as Caleb let out a sudden wail. "That’s not a physiological need. That’s a demand for attention. He’s testing the response time of the system."

Sybil warned, her tone chillingly calm as she wielded her power over them all. Hazel turned to Zain desperately, hoping to break through the spell that held him captive. "Zain, did you hear her? That's your mate, and she's about to die," Hazel pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I've lost my mate; he's in a coma. Are you willing to let her die, too?" Hazel's anguish was palpable, and her plea was a desperate attempt to awaken Zain to the impending tragedy. Sybil ignored Hazel's pleas and began to chant her dark incantations; a sense of dread settled over the gathering. The wind howled in response, and flames danced around Sybil as she summoned her sinister forces.