Teldryn Sero Novels & Stories

I drove home and took my phone out as I sat in the driveway. “Jericho,” she answered. “Bluebird, I need you to hack the network and see who the target is here in Seward. I just spotted my old team in town,” I said. “Shit. I’ll send you what I find,” she said and ended the call. Nataly, Nick, Charlie, Joshua, Nicole the newbie and Kade Kominski were in Seward. That meant they had come to kill someone. Kiran knocked on the window of my car and I opened the door and got out.

the Drone whirred, wiping its visor. That second was enough. Serenity lunged. She pulled the small glass vial of Anti-Serum (the one Margaret made for Arthur) from her clutch. "Let's see if this works on batteries!" Serenity stabbed the needle into the Drone's exposed wrist joint and slammed the plunger. The blue liquid hissed as it entered the hydraulic system. The Drone screeched. The bio-acid formula was designed to destroy the Element, but it was also highly corrosive to the organic components of the cyborg.

She was already sobbing on her friend's shoulder. "Calm down. I don't want to add to your burden," sobbed Lidya who also dissolved with their sadness. "You'll be fine, Lidya. TB can be cured if you take the medicine regularly," Serena explained after stretching her embrace. Serena was busy cutting the fruit she had brought beside Lidya's bed. Now and then she would chat lightly about David's cold behavior, which her friend had never witnessed. Lidya, who was engrossed in watching television, just smiled while flipping through the channels she was watching.

Rey cursed again. Serik turned and saw an open hatch above a fish shop. He vaulted up, yanking Tamar with him. The others followed. Through the building. Out the back. Into the next alley. Breathless. They collapsed behind a stack of crates. Panting. Laughing. Serik wiped sweat from his brow. “We’ll need to go back for Drelan. He’s still in the hayloft.” Tamar nodded. “Soon. We’ll take turns watching the area.”

He leans forward resting his elbows on the huge table. I reach into my robe and grab the two bottles of serum the scientist gave me and place the on the space in front of me. Colton straightens his shoulders, excitement and a hunger for power in his eyes as he stares at the liquid in front of him. Ryder just gives me a bored look. As expected of him. “Is that what I think it is? It hasn’t been thirty days yet.” Colton says. “The scientist delivered. We have serum once more. If the vampire lord is still alive by any means, we have protection against him and whatever is left of his army.”

Beside him, Sarah moved quietly and efficiently, her prosthetic arm clicking softly as she adjusted the settings on a short-range frequency jammer. "We have ten minutes before the next drone sweep," Sarah whispered. "The transport we need is a high-speed armored line going straight to the Lunar borders. It's carrying a fresh batch of Resonance-Serum harvested from the Well." Kael didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on a figure standing atop a gantry crane five hundred yards away. Even without his full Alpha senses, he recognized the silhouette. The stance mirrored his own: the same broad shoulders, the same subtle tilt of the head.

Green Dragon hastily said, “Tyr is an expert in the field of medicine. Do you mind if he takes a look at the lady? Maybe he'll be able to do something about it.” Seren's eyes lit up with hope before exclaiming, “If you would be so kind, Brother Summers.” “It’s just a small matter.” Tyr waved his hand and said, “Where is the lady now? I should go there and have a look.” “Please come with me.” Afterward, Seren led the two to a lofted area.

he said, and I frowned at him. "So why does he want you dead?" Theodore asked. "Because of AgK32," he said, and I frowned at him. "Silver serum. While trying to replicate our genes, I made a serum that makes normal werewolves resistant to silver for a short period. It was meant to have a lasting effect, but it doesn't. See it more like a temporary preventive measure. The side effects are not so harmful. A rash and fever after twenty-four hours of usage.

The shape of what is happening does not lend itself to dramatic endings, and she has developed, over the past year and a half, a significant resistance to performing things that are not actually happening. What is actually happening: Serin is leaving in three months for the Veillands, where she will continue the work from a different position. Ivory will write to Caevren and Serath regularly, and the Vor courts are coming home. Teva is running the Early Recognition project with the focused intensity of someone who has found the work they were meant to do. She comes with questions and Ivory answers the ones she can and they find the rest together, which is how it is supposed to work.

His hand hovered directly over a pair of steel tweezers, his broad shoulders going completely rigid under his green scrubs. He slowly let out a heavy breath. He picked up the tool and placed it neatly in the tray before he spoke. "She has enough men," Tarek said flatly. Sera let out a short, dry laugh. She didn't look away from his face for a single second. "That's not a no," Sera said directly. "That's just an excuse. Rylan and Korr are intense, sure, and the hybrid kid follows her like a shadow. But that doesn't mean your feelings aren't real, Tarek. You're hiding."