Squid Ward Novelas e Histórias

CHAPTER 39: THE BROKER’S GAMBIT The air in the Widow’s Harbor tasted of salt, rot, and something far more dangerous—the sharp, electric tang of a frequency that shouldn't exist in the physical world. I stood at the edge of the rusted pier, my boots sinking slightly into the oil-slicked mud, as thousands of Scrappers watched us with eyes that were no longer human. They weren't blinking. They weren't breathing in unison. They stood in a perfect, terrifying stillness, their liquid obsidian gazes reflecting the violet lightning that continued to tear through the sky above the Ivory Spire.

I froze right there on the marble platform, still dripping with oil and cum, my legs shaky. My heart slammed against my ribs as the sisters rushed me toward a heavy tapestry on the far wall. “Quickly, hide!” Sister Veronica whispered, pushing me behind the thick fabric just as footsteps echoed down the corridor. I pressed myself against the cold stone, my dress barely pulled down over my naked, glistening body. Cum from both priests still leaked slowly from my sore pussy and ass, making my thighs sticky.

The two-hundred-foot wall of black, crushing water didn't advance like a natural wave; it surged with calculated, supernatural malice, propelled by the Abyssal Admiral’s dark quartz orb. The entire harbor city of Obsidian Ridge trembled as the massive tide blotted out the midday sun, casting a suffocating, midnight gloom over the lower docks. High Sovereign King Caelum Vance didn’t hesitate. "Marcus!" Caelum roared, his voice cutting through the rising deafening shriek of wind and water. "Evacuate the lower wards to the upper citadel plateau! Now!"

Perfect for an ambush if things went wrong. "Everyone in position?" Marcus Sr. asked through the Pack link. Pledges came flooding back from every direction. Silverfang warriors to the north, hidden in the trees. Nightshade warriors to the south, ready to flank any escapees. Hunters are positioned at secondary exits. Witches scattered throughout with thorough objectives. "Vida," I said. "Status on the wards?"

Suddenly, a colossal shape began to slowly emerge from the seam. This one was not clawed like the scout. It wasn’t distorted either. Instead, it was solid. Undeniably ancient. Its surface looked like obsidian fused with bone, layered plates shifting slowly over one another as it rose higher and higher. It did not rise in a haste nor roar. It simply ascended. The stranger’s eyes widened in shock and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They have sent a Warden upon us now.” Dax’s expression darkened. “That sound like something we can never outrun.”

He pressed and the ward trembled. The first crack was small, nothing but a spider line running across the shimmer of the ward. I moved forward, one hand to the sigil in my satchel, pulling every counter-thread I could. “Hold!” I barked, voice splitting the night. “Do not advance. Do not give them a foothold.”

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing

I said, then I pressed the button and speaker was playing Spicy Calamari Inkantation, one of the Squid Sisters’ music. Callie was astonished, “somehow Grace put speakers in their weapons with their corresponding music, clever Grace” I said. As the Spicy Calamari Inkantation music kept playing, Callie strikes Octo Marie fast and swift, Octo Marie can’t believe to see Callie so swift, as Octo Marie was about strike Callie, I landed 3 quick shots on Octo Marie using Marie’s Splat Charger.

Attached to its leg was an emergency dispatch tube glowing with a volatile, deep-blue light that smelled of salt and ancient rot. Adrian reached out, unsealing the tube and pulling out the parchment. His gray eyes narrowed as he read the glowing lines, his posture turning rigid. "What is it, Adrian?" I asked softly, laying my hand over his arm. Adrian looked up at me, his grip on my waist tightening with quiet, steel resolve. "The aquatic wards around the Deep Trench... they are cracking. The Void-Eater has begun its final push."

I simply stepped out into the lashing downpour, the liquid heat in my dual-lineage veins burning hot enough through my shirt to completely keep the freezing ocean chill at bay. "The primary harbor facility on Pier Seven is less than a mile down the shelf trail," Aria stated coldly, her posture perfectly straight as she stepped onto the wet shale right beside my elbow. Her silver hair whipped erratically around her face as she looked down at the dark, wave-battered shipping docks below. "The transmission logs show their main harbor mainframe is still attempting to locate the dead Sledge servers in the south." "Then we cut the physical lines before they notice the lack of feedback," I growled