The Factory Novels & Stories

“Gather the others – we're heading to the factory.” Ryan nodded, and we set out, following Mia to the abandoned factory. It was a dilapidated building, long abandoned and falling apart. The doors were boarded up, but that didn't stop us – we tore through the wood with ease, our claws and fangs making short work of the barrier. As we entered the factory, I could hear the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. I motioned for my pack to fan out, using our enhanced senses to try to track down our prey.

“She’s a feisty one. I wonder if she’ll be this feisty when pinned under me.” Ivanka frowned when she heard the crude joke and lewd laughter. Her expression turned sharp and intimidating. She exchanged a quick glance with Sandy to ensure she was okay before entering the factory. The factory was a roughly 3,200-square-foot structure made of corrugated metal sheets. It was nearly empty and felt eerily spacious.

She explained everything to her and they decided to meet at the entrance of the factory, with the directions of Emily, Ria was able to locate the factory. When they got there, the security stopped them from entering—asking if they had an appointment. Emily pulled up a business card and showed it to them, Carl had given her one when they saw last three months, he was curious about Ria and wanted to know about her. Emily agreed because at that time Ria was single but after seeing that she was uninterested, she dropped the topic. Good gracious! It was handy today. They went inside and were stunned by what greeted them. The place wa

"In fact, yes. Don’t tell anyone what you just said, okay? Tell me more about that factory." "Okay. Last year, another factory was bought up beside his. He heard the landlord talking about it. But the factory always operated at night, where more workers would come. They’re like, making food or something. They have more guards patrolling the factory than the others. Then every month or so, there’s this black car sneakily driving into the factory. I caught sight of it one time but nah, I didn’t mind. None of my business anyway." "Do you have a photo of the plate number?"

“When we finally get together, I don’t want you to deny it.” We get into the car and drive back to the villa in potent silence. His words are on my mind even when we reach the house and even as I sleep. ♠ I don’t know what I expected, but the factory is an old building with brand new equipment. Courtesy of Dante, the factory manager proudly tells me in broken English. He’s taking us through a tour of the place and showing us all the new machines as well as the production process. He’s speaking mostly in Italian, while Dante interprets everything he says. At the end of the tour, he brings us the flagship products. The chestnut fl

"Now we are equal." A few minutes later, we were roughly forced inside the heavy metal doors of the factory. The moment we crossed the threshold, the overwhelming smell hit me first- a suffocating mixture of industrial oil, old rust, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. The massive room looked more like a sprawling warehouse than an active factory, with rusted metal containers stacked high toward the ceiling and armed guards standing shoulder-to-shoulder around the entire perimeter. At the absolute center of the chaos sat Draven.

Elena asked softly. The messenger laughed once, ragged and ugly. “You think that place is dead? You think the old records are the whole story?” His eyes flicked between Elena and Adrian with something close to vicious satisfaction. “Factory Seven never ended. It changed names. Changed owners. Changed sites. But it never ended.” The knife in Elena’s hand trembled once. Then became steady again. “Where?” Adrian asked. The messenger looked at him and smiled through blood. “You’re too late.”

The High-Line Node was a sprawling complex of automated factories built into the caldera of an extinct volcano. At this altitude, the air was pristine, the sun reflecting off the vast fields of snow and the black glass of the factory walls. But the peace of the landscape was broken by the violent, industrial screeching coming from the central assembly bay.

Even the factory that was here belonged to them. "Then are they trying to restart it?" {I don't think so. Look over there,} the system instructed and an arrow appeared before Lily. She followed the pointer around to see an extremely wrecked car dumped in the furthest corner of the factory." "This is a machine spare part factory, right?" Lily asked in confusion. {It would appear so.} "Then why is the wrecked car here?" Lily approached the wrecked car cautiously, her flashlight revealing its mangled frame. Rust and dirt coated the metal, making it appear untouched for years. The sight sent a shiver down her spine.

Chester asked in amazement. "She just can't join us directly, but she will be here very soon." Chester walked away and left her resting on one of the cement pillars. He walked all round the factory looking at the destroyed asbestos, as he walked around, he noticed that some of the machines in the abandoned factory were newer than the others and some even had same brand as the ones he had seen in the streets. In one of the cubicles as he walked along, he saw an encryption 'Gordon Digital Academy'