The Citadel Novels & Stories

By the time the towering spires of the Citadel came into view, he looked like a man who had spent the day being hunted rather than the one doing the hunting. The Citadel was a mighty fortress of obsidian and steel, a masterpiece of modern architecture built into the side of a mountain. But as our convoy pulled into the circular drive, we weren't led toward the grand, glowing entrance of the palace. Instead, we were directed toward a cluster of high-end villas situated on the lower ridge. "The Royal Lodgings," I murmured, reading the sign.

Silence returned. "We’re through," Vane gasped, slumping over the wheel. Tristan wiped the condensation from the glass. He looked out. The sky here was crystal clear. The stars were out, shining with a hard, diamond brilliance. And in the distance, rising from the ice like a jagged black tooth, was the Citadel. It was immense. A fortress of obsidian built into the side of a glacier. Green light pulsed from its central spire, shooting a beam straight into the earth.

The journey from the Mystic Forest to the Royal Citadel was a blur. One minute Elara was walking through the forest the next she was standing on the Terrace of Suns. The air was thin and crisp. It tasted like old snow and ozone. This was very different from the smoke of the Blackwood valley. In front of her was the Citadel. It was a building made of white marble and black stone. The Citadel was carved into the side of a mountain. It was a place where the normal rules did not seem to apply. The history of the Citadel was visible in every pillar and stone.

The air grew thinner, making their heads pound. Finally, as the sun began to set on the second day, they reached the summit. The sight that greeted them stole the breath from their lungs. The Citadel lay before them, not as a distant smudge, but in terrifying, monstrous detail. It was a city of black metal and stark angles, sprawling for miles. Smoke and steam rose from a thousand vents. Landing platforms bristled with silent aircraft. The outer walls were studded with gun emplacements and scanner towers. It was a fortress, a factory, and a prison all in one, humming with a malevolent energy that they could feel even from this distance.

Alpha Qillalon stood on the 76th floor of Citadel Headquarters floor-to-ceiling window. He is physically present, but his mind travels back to six years ago. Where the young Alpha Qillalon first set foot at the Citadel headquarters in the city center. The building is a towering 76th floor, and it's the center of the business of Citadel Pharmaceutical. He was standing outside admiring the beautiful architectural design. When suddenly a woman bumps into him. It’s a she-wolf. He could smell her scent. Strong. Alluring. Captivating.

"We go home, Barzil. And we excise the rot." The ground began to shake. Not from a tectonic shift, but from the kinetic energy of fifteen thousand boots. The vibration rattled my jaw, settling in my molars. We crested the final ridge. There it was. The Obsidian Citadel. It rose from the grit like a black mountain, its geodesic dome reflecting the harsh sun in a blinding glare. The outer walls were fifty feet of solid adamantium and stone. They loomed over us, a vertical weight that made the air feel thin.

Alex's body had been put away and the large hole at the centre of the laboratory was plastered with several cream colored tapes. "Hay, you have every information and data regarding this institution right?". Jared asked the A.I as he remembered what he was here for. "To an extent, yes", the computerized voice replied almost immediately. "Hay, I need to know what the fortress is all about and why it was created", "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and.." "Hay, hold on", Jared said, his face frowned in confusion. "What does the term evolved humans mean?".

I said with conviction, "There must be a way to trap Lucifer in Hell again without him escaping." My father rose to his feet, "There is one way. Destroy the bridge, It's the only thing connecting this realm to theirs. Without his wings, he can't fly and that teleporting technique won't work because he will be too weak. With no mortals around to terrorize, his powers will weaken with each passing day." "Then that's what I'll do." "I'll work on a way to seal the realm so no one can escape," my mother thought aloud, "or maybe Zion could do that too. The last we used light energy to seal the realm they broke the barrier but maybe if its a mixture, that will strengthen the barrier."

Electric lamps illuminated quiet walkways, while children laughed in distant courtyards, unaware of the monsters that ruled the world beyond their borders. To them. The apocalypse was a story. To those who governed this place. It was a memory they refused to repeat. At the heart of the settlement stood the Council Citadel. Its towering white walls overlooked the entire city, its architecture untouched by war. Marble columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling where intricate murals depicted humanity's rise, its fall, and the solemn vow to preserve what remained.