Squid Ward Novels & Stories

She was betrayed and died on her birthday. She woke up fourteen days before the apocalypse and the betrayal. This time, she will not be anyone’s victim. Isabella trusted the wrong people. They took her fortune, her dignity, and her life. But death gave her a second chance, and a supernatural ability that could make her the key to surviving the coming catastrophe. A mysterious farmer needs her visions. She needs his survival skills. They don’t trust each other. But the world is ending, and they may be all each other has. A story of betrayal, survival, and slow-burn romance. This time, Isabella will not betray herself for anyone.

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"

This released the force of the VALE_09 independent asset shield into the Singapore network. The wall monitors flashed a uniform crimson. Across the ocean the Jurong terminal didn't just lock down—it imploded. The power grid to the shipyard servers was systematically severed by the automated security shutters. This trapped the rogue captain inside the darkened room as Marcus's team breached the glass doors.

The subterranean silence of the Nest was punctuated by the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of the servers. Julian leaned over the console, his sapphire eyes tracing the glowing vectors of the harbor’s security grid. The port of Blackwood wasn't just a collection of shipping containers and cranes; it was a sprawling, automated labyrinth of sensors, facial recognition cameras, and automated defensive turrets that acted as the primary gateway for the Vanguard’s illicit high-tech imports.

Officer Gideon’s security squad was forced to step down, their weapons taken away by the Council's official decree. The Enforcers stood at every single door, every hallway corner, and every stone staircase. They stood completely still, like frozen statues in the mist, but their advanced wolf senses were wide open. A heavy, suffocating wave of dominant Alpha pressure radiated from their dark armor, filling the entire school with an intense, paralyzing dread.

Sebastian’s voice boomed, distorted and demonic. He raised his hydraulic fist. "Now, let's talk about that subscription model." [The Breakout] The Warden snarled. His perfect face split open—literally. The skin peeled back to reveal a metallic skull underneath. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was the suit. "Kill him!" The Warden ordered the droids. Three combat droids charged. Sebastian didn't dodge. He caught the first droid by the head and crushed it. CRUNCH. He ripped the arm off the second droid and used it to impale the third.

I knew that they would be juicy when bitten into. The huge pieces of squid were chewy and fresh. With my sauce, they became extra sweet. Jorvan nearly inhaled each skewer with a single bite. It made a number of ghouls who were out killing other players to meet their quotas stop in their tracks. “Hey, Klyton, that sure smells good. Why don’t we have some?” “Are you dumb, Chitan? They won’t taste of anything!” “But it smells so good!” “The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!”

The blade slashed across space in a perfect arc with precise control, avoiding any damage to the aircraft itself and landing directly on the squid's tentacle. Hit by the soul attack, the squid did not react in time and the tentacle was sliced clean off. Cyril was saved. Walter, already connected to Chase via spiritual communication, moved quickly and caught Cyril, pulling him to safety. Willow took the opportunity to release a poisonous mist, providing cover for their retreat. By now, the Nine-Sea Giant Squid—the strongest presence onboard—had recovered from the soul assault. It extended a massive tentacle and smashed a gaping hole in the fuselage.