Terminator Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 45 Amberleigh wanted nothing more than to get out of the shiny and expensive underground lair of one of the worst killers in the city. It was hard to believe that Katia had any connections to him, she was a good person with a big heart, while the man who spawned her didn’t have one at all. Amber wasn’t fooled by Ambrov’s good looks or even tone of voice or his fancy underground palace, he was truly the devil incarnate. Pretty monsters were the worst kind.

He had looked at me with his eyes that shone brighter than all the stars combined. I firmly believed that Andrew and I would walk hand-in-hand through this messed-up world forever. On our first anniversary, we had planned to watch the sunrise at the beach. When the large truck barreled toward us, Andrew didn't even hesitate as he shielded me under him. Right after that, my world was turned on its head. The sound of the crash and the noise of glass shattering had rung out almost simultaneously. Something heavy weighed on me, and Andrew's blood dripped into my eyes.

“You can purge it. End everything. Or lock it forever—take the burden. Your choice.” Emotional climax built slow—years of auctions, betrayals, viruses, deaths crashing together. Sofia’s flatline in Berlin. Nadia’s smile as she died. Anya’s fevered eyes in Port Harcourt. Dante and Rocco—my only constants—bleeding beside me through every hell. I pressed down—retinal scan flaring, heartbeat locking. “Final heir override. All remaining strains terminating. Global network permanent shutdown. Node self-destruct in sixty seconds.” The console flashed green—codes scrolling to zero. Servers began overheating—fans screaming, lights strobing red.

November had come and gone, as had December and January; and spring had just come into full bloom as May rolled around. Salvatore had spent 2 months with a therapist, who then deemed him well enough to discontinue the sessions, and halfway through his first month, Nicole joined a 12-week PTSD group council which helped her immensely in overcoming the trauma of her mother's death.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

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I felt the ground pulse beneath my paws, as if recharging me with newfoundstrength. Axton was pinned to the ground, the right-armed tattooed lycan forcing him down. I darted forward; a blur of white and silver flashed across my eyes. My body collided with the lycan’s, sending him flying through the air. He hit the ground with a loud thud but still struggled to get up. I ran to him and lifted a single claw and slashed it across his neck. Blood splashed from it as his eyes widened, staring at me with horror. I groaned as the image of Isla flashed across my mind. They looked just the same, their eyes fading with light as they died. I turned sharply and shook my head; this was not the time to ha

“I need you to watch every single one of them so you’ll understand how destructive the fire is that you’re playing with. I’m sure you’ll soon repent of your behavior.” Kate can’t believe her luck. Rummaging in the box with as little excitement as she can betray, she sees the covers and spines of all the classic titles: The Bride of Frankenstein, The Lawnmower Man, Tron (the 1982 version), Poltergeist, Maximum Overdrive, and at the very bottom, the Holy Grail: Terminator 1 and 2.

Hell, he was healthy. Throwing on jeans he strolled back into his home, Connor in tow as he made his way to his office. Just as he reached the door, the phone rang. He rushed to his desk, snatching it up. “You’re moving in. Extermination.” Malachi’s stomach dropped, ice skittered over his skin. He swallowed heavily. “If I don’t?” “You or them.” The line went dead and he felt his knees buckling from under him. “What is it?” Connor asked.

she explained and my memories traveled back to six years ago when she asked for the history behind the death of my parents. "What does it say Don?" She shrugged and stood up from the chair. "I have no idea either" her response drew me into more mystery. "So how do you know i wouldn't have been able to handle.... "It came with a note the day he delivered it and it said exactly what I said to you. Maja the demons you're fighting are right in front of you and just as you always say your parents murderers aren't outsiders they are your family. This is the time to keep your eyes opened sweetheart and get on your game, you need to win this fight. They are out for you and this time they'll make sur