Thane Krios Novels & Stories

"Let me pour you a glass of water." "I can do it myself …" Kyros suddenly turned around and stared right at him. "Do you think I'm going to drug you?" He seemed mentally unstable. There was a flame flickering in his eyes that threatened to burn everything to ashes. Once Lucian considered what the Northwood Corporation had done today, he immediately understood why Kyros was now in such an unstable state. "I'm not thirsty." Kyros put his hand into his pocket and felt for the contents. It was a new drug Dr. Hudson brought back from a recent international conference some time ago.

I struggled to keep my footing on the floor, which wasn't made of solid stone anymore, but a vitrified quartz that felt like walking on frozen water. I looked down at Kael. He hadn't stood up with me. He lay sprawled across the quartz, his tactical vest a shredded rag. He wasn't bleeding red anymore. His skin was turning to brittle glass, and from the jagged entry wounds, a shimmering silver mercury began to weep, pooling on the floor like liquid mirrors. Kael didn’t groan. He didn’t wheeze. He stared at the vaulted ceiling with vacant eyes—the gold was being bleached out of his irises, replaced by a translucent quartz-like film.

He came knocking on the bathroom door. Krios Avian ran out of the bathroom. Short curly light brown hair with golden eyes that have become a slit in the middle, his body shows his well-proportioned abs with a lean body. Currently, he was fuming in anger. “This?!” He asked Ysis while showing him a two-pinhole mark on his left arm. Ysis stared at him and looked at him with amusement. “Seems to me you got a big sucker last night.” Krion growled and cracked his hands. “Who among you did this to me?! Say it! Before I found you first and gave you hell for the rest of the day!”

Kaelor kicked open a pair of massive, translucent doors. The Nursery stretched out before them. It wasn't a room for a child. It was a laboratory of dreams. Kaerith was suspended in a vertical tank of shimmering fluid, her eyes open but glazed. Dozens of fiber-optic cables snaked from the base of her skull into a central pod. Inside that pod, the infant floated, bathed in a pulsing, lethal red light.