Strange Web Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

She makes the impossible, possible. I wondered why every chairman or representative of the company were so arrogant and full of themselves. It pissed me even more that I had to be the one begging for an appointment. I had planned to partner with the company whether anonymously working with them. I believed I would be a great asset they wouldn't refuse. I still had shares in my name that Roderigo didn't know about, and I planned to buy back every remaining share of my company back anonymously, he'd never know what hit him. All I have to do is wait for the perfect moment to strike, when he's cornered and would have no other choice but to sell the company shares. I wish to make them both wished

I was being consumed by fear, and that made me more determined to see my mother. I linked Christopher "Chris, I'm taking you up on your offer. Come meet me at the armoury." We met there and I gave him the letter and all the instructions he would need. I asked for his phone so I would receive the call from the Omega and I gave him mine. I took off to meet with Lilith while Christopher went ahead to Cleven pack. I prayed to the goddess to guide him and to let no harm or trouble come to him.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

“We’re a thousand miles from home on a ship that has the aerodynamic properties of a brick. The Westerners jammed the local ley lines. Even if I could fix the engines, there’s no magic left in the air to prime them. It’s a dead zone.” ​I looked down at the silver scar on my palm. It was no longer glowing, but it felt warm—a steady, pulsing heat that seemed to be drawing energy from the very marrow of my bones. I could feel the Web. It was faint, like a spider’s thread stretched across a chasm, vibrating in a wind I couldn’t feel. It was damaged, frayed, and screaming, but it wasn’t gone.

CHAPTER 138 Camryn's POV The eastern territories smelled like smoke and blood and something acrid that clung to the back of my throat. We moved through streets I barely recognized from my first weeks in Lenore buildings that had housed families now stood empty, their windows shattered like broken teeth. Fires burned in scattered clusters, painting everything in shades of orange and black. "Signature ahead," Whitney whispered, her detection equipment glowing faintly. "Class B. Grief Weaver variant, but wrong somehow. The pattern doesn't match anything in the archives."

At the morning light on everything. “Is it safe now,” she said. I thought about the honest answer. About seven packs without the Ancient Lycan’s machinery grinding through them. About Redmoon dissolved and the binding gone and six packs waking up to governance that was genuinely their own again. About Evergreen with its gate flags being corrected and its Alpha in its throne room and the woman who had pressed a button behind a statue gone from it. About everything that still needed building. About everything that could be built now. “Yes,” I said.

Werewolves are obsessed with boundless loyalty and that is what the blood pact offers. Though, what does it mean when it says that it connects two souls in one timeframe? “Luna, the Alpha is here to see you,” Maya interrupted. Avery looked at the locked door of her room. Although it disturbed her train of thought, she nodded calmly. Maya left through the window while she got up from her seat to see James, who was now waiting outside her room. She does not want him to enter her room even if they are still married. Not long after, James will be head over heels for Georgina, the scheming woman who was the cause of all of her misery in her past life before the time reversal.

Benjamin remarked as he stepped onto the dried clay of the broad pathway. The sunlight was fading as they approached the house, and she noticed a dim light coming from the porch and windows, not the light of fire or candles but the distinct luminescence of maurium. ‘Maurium.' She looked with some astonishment at the eerie purple glow. ‘I haven't seen any since we left Pyre.' "Maurium, I see,” he said with a look of disappointment. "Well, that's not reassuring, is it?" "It... isn't," she reluctantly agreed.

"Aria, the virus! We can't hold twelve of them forever!" Aria was crouched in the center of the chaos, her laptop screen a frantic blur of cascading red data. She had tapped into the chamber’s hidden hardwired port, the blue cables snaking from her gear into the palace’s spinal cord. "The Remnants aren't just connected by radio," Aria explained, her voice breathless as she dodged a flying piece of debris. "They’re a neural hive. They share a single processing core located in the palace basement. If I try to shut them down, the core will just reboot them. I have to change their nature."