Twoface Novels & Stories

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.

“And if I don’t interfere in one, I can’t interfere in the others, can I? In the spirit of fairness.” “That’s right, pansy,” the thug growled, cracking his knuckles. “You stay out of this. I only want the girl.” Cyrrus clicked his tongue. It struck Aria that this may be her first time seeing her target look displeased since she first made contact with him, so she watched him with great interest. So even the great Cyrrus Lied could be rattled into losing that fake smile of his. Yes, she was certain of it now. The smile he always wore was an act. Now the question she had to ask was… Why?

​She walked to the safe, pulled out the two Letters of Intent from Sygnus and Cortex AI—the physical proof of our victory—and slammed them onto the table. ​"I propose we use the strength of the contract to create a new layer of security," she stated, her tone sharp and decisive once more. "We've focused too much on Vos. We need to focus on what happens next. The next project." ​"The next project?" ​"Yes. We start the planning for Phase Two: The London Exchange Tower. We leaked the Tudor Gambit to Vos, but we never revealed the true weakness of our partnership. Now we create a fake vulnerability in the new project's planning, a deliberate piece of bait for Vos, something so tempting he can’t

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

While Maya remained oblivious to the drama unfolding in the hospital, the pieces of the game were moved with precision, as she and the twins were on their way there, unaware of what awaited them. Justin's discovery about the eighteen-year-old boy with two beasts inside him opened up an unexpected opportunity in his life. He delved into the depths of hospitals, consulting medical records, interviewing patients, and finally found the case he was looking for. The young man, whose name was Daniel, was caught in a constant battle between two wolves dueling for control of his body and mind. The duality of these supernatural creatures wreaked havoc, leaving visible and invisible marks on his life.

FINAL CHAPTER (WRITER'S POV) The figure that slammed Tyla to the ground did not stay hidden for long. As the weight above her shifted, moonlight finally touched the face hovering over hers. And Tyla froze. “Thane…” But this was not the Thane she knew, at least not fully. His eyes were wrong. Completely dark, with only faint traces of their natural color struggling beneath something far more dangerous. His face looked twisted with pain, fury, and something unnatural as if two minds were fighting for control inside one body.

But instead, Mira-Eve’s gaze held the same strange, unblinking calculation Savannah had seen in her before—the gaze of someone not entirely child, not entirely innocent. Then—across the flooded boulevard—a giant news screen crackled to life, its light casting warped reflections across the rippling water. Weston’s face filled the screen. His voice, smooth and surgical, cut through the storm as though the rain itself bowed to it. "The twins… were only prototypes." His eyes, even on the broadcast, seemed to seek her out. "Phase Two… is already alive." The words landed with a weight heavier than the storm. Savannah’s skin prickled with cold that had nothing to do with the rain. It was as though

Light burst from her chest burning red and white, the Voice shrieked, recoiling. She reached for the dagger. Her fingers touched it. And her body form began to split. One side glowed red full of power, rage, history, the other glowed white fragile, pure, human. She looked at me with eyes full of tears. And whispered: “Which one do I kill?” The chamber cracked, the Voice screamed again and from the shadow another figure stepped out, same face, same voice. But colder, confident, wearing a crown of bone. *“Neither,” she said. “Because I already chose.”* we all froze. Two of her now, Both real, and only one could walk out.

The words remained on the screen long after everyone stopped speaking. SUCCESSOR 002 — STATUS: ACTIVE. I stared at the photograph beneath them, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing had to be some kind of mistake. But the longer I looked, the more certain I became. I knew that face.