Twoface Novels & Stories

the wolf warned, “there are things down there stronger than instinct.” Ronan stepped closer. Just a fraction. But enough that heat rolled off him like wildfire, enough that the wolf’s tail lowered instinctively. “Move,” Ronan repeated, calmer now, which made it infinitely more dangerous. “This isn’t just a woman,” the wolf growled. “She’s Phase Two. She’s engineered. She’s—” Ronan’s fist slammed into the wolf’s jaw so fast not even the other wolves saw it coming. The alpha flipped backward, hitting the ground hard enough to crack the dirt beneath him.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

My subconsciousness sassy said in a duh tone. I was still whining at the pain on my wrist when I heard a grunt coming from the man not far from me. I looked up and my breath shallowed as I looked at the million of dollars he was holding with a unpleasant expression on his face. A Falcon Supernova IPhone 6 pink diamond. With an INSANE price of $48.5 million dollars. Who the heck is this guy? The initial plan was I won’t do anything that would make Andre upset with me but looking at the cracked phone in this man’s hand I am not quite sure that went according to the plan.

We alighted the car and he guided the way. After a few minutes of walking, he stopped in front of a grave, I looked at the name written on the grave. And there I see a very familiar name, "Ayesha Hansley". I started gasping for air as I felt different kinds of emotions all at the same time. I felt happy, sad, scared, despaired, and many other different emotions that I cannot name. Ace saw this and patted my shoulder. "Bro, calm down. I would be waiting for you in the car" I nodded at him and then he started to walk away.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

“This is someone else. She might look like me, but she isn’t me. This girl has slanted blue eyes where I have green.” Amber looked into the bowl and saw the same girl Leah did. She knew immediately that it wasn’t Leah looking back at her. But how could that be? Leah’s twin, Abigail, was separated from her at birth, there was no way that this could be anyone other than Leah. The twin bond was supposed to have been broken years ago. “What does this mean, Mom?” Asked Leah as an ominous feeling began to creep into her. “Is this another version of myself? Someone or something that I should be afraid of?”

I knew I couldn't outrun him, so I maintained my stance and aimed at him. “There are silver bullets in this gun,” I said. “Make one move, and I shoot.” It growled and lunged at me. I fell to the ground and held back its head to prevent it from biting me, but it was too heavy, and it kept trying to lower its mouth to my neck. Then it stopped and veered off towards the door. When I turned, I saw Jacob with two large pieces of raw T-Bone steak. The wolf ran toward him and devoured the meat. Then he became human again.

A new voice, colder and more refined than Unit Prime’s, spoke through hidden speakers. “Welcome back, Kade Thorn. Liora. Sable. Phase Two subjects have been waiting for you.” The doors to the central hall slid open where six enhanced wolves stood in perfect formation. These ones were different, sleeker, with glowing veins of silver running under their skin. In the center stood Michelle, unarmed but smiling like she’d already won. Ashram was beside her, holding a remote. Michelle tilted her head. “You destroyed my main facility. Congratulations. But these new models, they’re bonded to me directly. No central server to blow up. No Forsaken to turn on us. Just pure, perfect loyalty.”

The air tasted ionized; every breath felt digitized. Luca flicked on his scanner. “Infosec cluster at far end. Two heat signatures, one stationary, one mobile.” “Stationary’s human,” I guessed. The lights dimmed. Charlotte’s voice, alive across loudspeakers: “Welcome to Phase Two. Evelyn, meet your benefactor. Adrian, meet your consequence.” Out of the haze stepped Victor Crane. Age had never dulled him; it honed him into something surgically cruel. Silver hair perfectly aligned, eyes winter‑steel.