Terminator Novels Novels & Stories

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

“Beherit ordered everyone in the house to be killed. I told him that the guy was alone and helped your mother pack. I felt a connection to you even then. I just didn’t know why. I made sure it was clear and helped her get everything in the car and then watched her drive away into the night. I regret what happened every day and I hear that scream every night when I close my eyes.” Rainn wrapped his arms tightly around my waist reminding me that he was there. “Do you know who killed my mother?” “I have an idea. Do you remember anything about the men that were in the house? I know it was a long time ago and you were just a kid.” I thought about it, memories and images were running through my mi

Finally, the room quieted down. Kyle continued. “I do not time travel lightly, as none of us do. There was an urgency. In the future, in the time that I live, there will be a war—a glorious vampire war. It will begin in New York and spread from there. It is the vampire Apocalypse we have dreamed of. Our kind will finally be victorious. We will wipe out the entire human race and enslave them. We will also wipe out the benevolent vampire covens, anyone who stands in our way. “I know, because I am the leader of this war.”

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

Blindly, Evelyn moved her hand a bit lower on the page. “What—happened.” This question he seemed entirely reluctant to answer. His eyes moved from the paper to her face. “Do you remember anything?” She shifted her hand incrementally down the page again. “Bank—manager—hold up—gun.” He gave her a pointed look. “Hmmm. As I understand, you, darling that you are, distracted the gun-wielding ex-manager by telling him you were responsible for his termination. I’ll have you know, had you died as a result of this, I’d have out-negotiated God to bring you back to life just so I could kill you again personally. What on earth were you thinking?”

My reminiscing did no good for my sense of time. I turned back to Captain Oakley. "Very well," I replied, regaining my composure, "send the ship into Russian airspace. I want to end this war as soon as possible." There. The deed was done. The order was given. Project Terminus would wipe out the Russian stronghold in Novosibirsk and end the war. I would complete my efforts and retire, escaping the gnawing feeling of guilt once and for all. I nodded to Andros, not wanting him to interpret my hesitation as doubt.

I will understand if you can’t do it, but I think it is the only way. ‘O-kay, what is it?’ ‘Do remember what I said last night? About wanting to eliminate Naledi…..permanently?’ ‘Are you still thinking about it that way? And how could I possibly be of help there?’ ‘But you just offered me your help not too long ago.’ ‘Yes I know, but I didn’t expect it to be about some permanent terminations.’ ‘Naledi’s threats won’t go away until she is dead. I know I sound savage, but at times like this, I have no choice but to be.’

"I checked thoroughly. Ms. Jackman's mother has indeed passed away. Her ashes are kept in a memorial hall outside the city." "That's impossible!" Gregory roared, his voice raw with shock and grief. "How can this be?" He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that the woman who had always been so kind and gentle was gone. "It was suicide," the assistant whispered, with a note of sympathy. "Ms. Jackman's mother was seriously ill. She didn't want to use up funds on treatment or trouble her daughter, so…" "So what?" Gregory's composure shattered completely. He couldn't imagine the pain and despair that would drive a mother to take her own life to protect her child, nor could he accept that he ha

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.

"And this is what Phase I does. It starts ending one life cycle to begin the next." I heard Dimitria screaming again from behind me, and this time, I reached back and smacked her across the face. "Shut up!" I screamed. "No one can save you! Tonight, you and everyone you love will die. Enjoy the last of your life in silence." I kept my eyes on her, as hers burned into my soul with such contempt and rage that I was almost flattered by it. Almost. Yet, she didn't scare me. Behind her sat a box of explosives, that I also deemed necessary to help expedite the process, and at the time, it would be the reason that Kaitlyn would fail. Since again, Kaitlyn would be forced with a challenging decision.