The Lurker Above Novels & Stories

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

Mavric shouted, slamming his fist against the control desk. "That chip is dead too, Sir.” “It seems Mrs. Liora used a small-scale EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) protocol to destroy every electronic device she carried. “She... she knew all about the trackers." Mavric fell silent. He had just realized something he had forgotten because of his love: Liora was the best hacker in the world. If Liora wanted to disappear, not a single satellite on the planet could find her. Two Hours Later - London Underground In a run-down and desolate subway station, a woman wearing an oversized black hoodie and baggy jeans walked amidst a crowd of homeless people.

Something hungry. “Lira of Nightclaw. You have come far. But you will go no further.” The grey light of the tear pulsed, and a wave of cold so intense it burned swept through the chamber. Lira felt her hidden light flare in desperate defense, but the cold pushed through it, seeking her heart. “I am the Unmaker. I am the voice in the grey. I have waited a thousand years for a Hidden Luna to come to me. And now you are here — young, strong, full of light. You will make a fine vessel.”

A dark sweatpant hanging loosely from his waist while his chest was bare naked to my ogling eyes. My throat suddenly felt dry. Very dry. The sight of his broad shoulders alone was enough to make my brain malfunction. Water still glistened on his skin. Tiny droplets slid down his chest. Down muscles I absolutely refused to stare at. Unfortunately my eyes weren't cooperating. "Lilith." I forced my gaze upward. Big mistake. Because his eyes were already on me, so intently. And there was something dangerous in them. Something that immediately made my pulse quicken. "Y-yes?"

Bigger than Tokyo. "Another meteorite?" Harper asked, hacking the electronic lock on a service door. ZERO: No. The signature isn't alien. It's... human. It's a heartbeat. A massive, singular heartbeat. Sebastian paused. "What is the Chairman keeping down there?" ZERO: I don't know. But the encryption on the lower levels is labeled "Project: Lazarus". [The Ambush] They entered the facility. The hallways were pristine white. Classical music (Bach) played softly from hidden speakers. It felt sterile. Dead.

lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static. ​"You shouldn't be here, Alpha," a voice rasped from a pile of discarded server racks. ​A man emerged, his skin covered in glowing, blue "Circuit-Tattoos" that flickered like dying embers. He was a "Glitcher", a shifter whose DNA had been partially overwritten by the city’s data-stream. ​"We’re looking for the 'Black-Aperture' hub," Leo said, his hand resting on his pulse-pistol. "We heard it’s buried under the old Imperial Palace."

"So what's the plan, Kade?" A hunter laughed heartily. "What's funny?" Liora asked him. "You don't have any plan." "You talk too much." The hunger frowned at her then shrugged his shoulders with nonchalance. "You're not going anywhere anytime soon." "Where are we exactly? What is this place?" The one who had been talking didn't say anything but his partner did. "This is an underground facility. It's located in an old industrial sector." "This means we're still in Tokyo?"

“And your wolf… it’s stronger than I anticipated. Good.” Lena gave a small nod, but her attention was on the maps. Several markers indicated locations of power brokers and rogue factions. Some were new players, unknown to Blackwood intelligence. Others were familiar but subtle, hiding under veils of loyalty. Lena felt the wolf beneath her stir—ready, restless, sensing danger and opportunity.

She sat down at her previous place and took a deep breath, putting her hand on the desk. "You need to talk to Lauren. I .... I don't want to tell you this, but Lauren seems to have some secret ways to reach these hidden and dangerous players. You said that Lupus Wick met her personally, but I am sure that the person who came to meet Lauren was an imposter. " I narrowed my eyes in confusion when I registered the last part of her statement.

Dust floats in the beams like little secrets hanging in the air. It's quiet. Too quiet. No one really bothers with the garden these days. Keisha mentioned it once. How she can watch it from her end, how it's slowly faded into silence. Forgotten. I move faster, watching my back despite knowing no one is home aside from him. Thanks to Kendrick, I know where the blind spots are now. The places where the cameras don't reach. Where the angles go dark and no one's watching. Whoever had the brilliant idea to disable the cameras in just the right corners deserves a blessing. While it's technically for Kendrick's protection, to keep his presence off the radar, it's become our secret passageway.