Terror Infinity Novels & Stories

His eyes widens and he struggles even more. I turn to my laptop, at Seth who's waiting for my reply. "Seth." "Yes, boss." "A life for a debt. You know what to do." "As you say." "Mmmm. Mmmm." He struggle. I walk to the laptop and shut it. That is done by the way. As of now he's out of my mind. But I'm not yet done with him. Even in his next life, to borrow from a mafia won't be an option.

I hurriedly pulled the burned husk of the IRON chip free from my neck and tossed it aside. As I rose into the sky, I could have sworn that my comms earpiece emitted a familiar static hum for an instant or two. *** Report: Fisk Airspace above the Mojave Desert. United States of America. The remains of a terrorist attack. Designation: "Project Terminus" Five minutes ago... I could see everything from my dropship. I could see the sand and fire below, the flames of conflict. Explosions from far below flared brightly against the shifting sand, followed closely by distant concussions.

It hovered, motionless, facing Arung. Arung stood paralyzed, his rifle forgotten in the snow. "Rangga?" The figure didn't speak. It turned, its movements stiff and unnatural, and looked toward the distant, valley-floor lights of the corporate extraction base. Then, it raised a hand, and the very air began to ignite. Arung watched, his pulse hammering, as the figure surged forward, not toward him, but down the mountain at a speed that defied the laws of physics. The war wasn't over. The exploitation had just invited a new kind of terror.

Then— a shape burst through the storm. A wolf crashed into the outer barricades hard enough to shatter wood and stone together. The body hit the courtyard floor violently. Still alive. Barely. Gasps spread instantly through Nightfall wolves. Because everyone recognized him. Tavian. One of Nightfall’s strongest border sentinels. Except now— something was horribly wrong. Black resonance veins spread beneath his skin like corruption. His claws had elongated unnaturally. Silver light flickered inside his eyes. Not controlled resonance. Contamination.

"If the Guest loses control of the tectonic balance, the awakening will turn into an extinction. The Eighth Peak will become a tomb before the first crops are even harvested. We have to be the firewall at the bottom of the world." ​The drive to the coast was a blur of white and grey. The tundra was dissolving into a chaotic landscape of mud and ice as the permafrost continued its rapid melt. The SUV bounced over the shifting ground, the tires spinning in the violet slush. Killian drove with a frantic, focused intensity, his Alpha instincts guiding him through a terrain that was changing by the second. He wasn't just a driver; he was a hunter tracking a scent through the dark.

The sterile red light of the core pulsed like a dying heart, the thunderous voice of the Ouroboros counting down our extinction. >REMEDIATION IN T-MINUS 10 MINUTES. Ten minutes until the garden, the city, and everyone in it were scoured from the face of the Earth as a cosmic cleaning error.

Nicole threatened, watching Jayson put a hand up when the men behind him raised their guns. "Baby, you're soft, so don't be unreasonable, let the nice man go and we can-" He hadn't even finished his sentence when she twisted his head, effectively breaking his neck and released him to fall face first. "Just because I am soft doesn't mean I am not a force," Nicole stood above the corpse, unperturbed by the fact that she just killed his man. "Honey and wildfire are both the color gold," Jayson stared at her in shock before looking down at the corpse lying between them.

“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.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon Tiffany's shoulders as she fought alongside Hailey and Lilian. The clash with George, the rogue wolf villain, had taken its toll on everyone involved. The once serene land of Terrasia now bore the scars of their intense battle, with trees uprooted and the earth torn asunder. Tiffany's golden eyes flickered with a mix of courage and weariness as she faced off against George. The villainous wolf had proven to be a formidable adversary, his cunning and ferocity matched only by his desire to see Terrasia crumble.

They weren't holding weapons. Through the thermal filter, Ren saw a large orange silhouette kneeling on the floor, its arms wrapped tightly around three much smaller, trembling silhouettes. They were huddled in a corner, perfectly still, radiating absolute terror. The game’s tactical interface analyzed the small hitboxes. It generated a new tag, floating innocently above their heads in crisp, green text. [SCOURGE HATCHLINGS DETECTED.] [THREAT LEVEL: LOW. EXTERMINATION REQUIRED FOR ZONE CLEAR.] Ren stopped breathing.