The Fifth Vital Novels & Stories

Chapter 55 is OBLIVION and it's the beginning of the END! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

—Tracy. Beneath the caption was a video link. His hands trembled as he clicked it open. The screen filled with the image of me, painting. It was a step-by-step chronicle, from the initial pencil sketch to the meticulous finishing touches. Each stroke carried the weight of dedication and love. The version of me in the video smiled softly as I spoke to the camera. "This is my fifth-anniversary gift for my husband. Dennis Malcolm, thank you for staying by my side."

"If she drains the capital, she'll have enough power to make the 'Memory-Virus' a permanent 'Soul-Erasure.'" The Heart of the Intelligence They entered the Transit Hub, moving through the quiet, golden-lit halls meant for the elite of the United Cities. The sleepers wore silk and tech-weave, their dreams likely filled with past corporate victories. The elevator to Site Omega hid behind a waterfall of recycled water. As they stepped into the private lift, Kael felt the "Origin" energy in his chest respond. The disk in his pocket began to glow a bright white. "Welcome, Architect," a voice whispered-not from the speakers, but inside Kael's mind. It was Thorne's voice, lacking the coldness of th

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."