Ultima Tensura Novels & Stories

The Anatomy of the Final-Dividend This was the "High-Concept-Apex." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Molecular-Tension" required to "Start" the "Sovereign-Engine." In the "Absolute-Closure," that tension was "Infinite." The "Thorne-Vane-Sync" was the "Universal-Balance-Sheet" (Σ) that ensured "Presence" was always "Equal" to "Potential."

The dark grey suit on his well-built body made him look evil and dangerous. Looking closely at the picture, you will see the long sharp fangs that slightly came out from the man's open mouth. The aura that surrounded him screamed danger and respect. The man in the picture on the wall was the same man who was in the office typing without looking at the computer screen. He typed a series of codes that comprised of letters, numbers, and sometimes words one couldn't understand. He suddenly stopped typing, he glanced at the computer screen before tapping on the enter button. The screen of the computer went blank before a character popped up showing VERIFICATION SUCCESS in bold letters.

Notice how quickly you’ve calmed down today? Dude, that’s awesome. Give me more! No. Too much, and you’ll burn out. So, we have direct communication with the host. While it’s not exactly full control, Trent seems amenable to our presence. Trent plops on the floor as we perform another quick damage assessment. Parts of our core are singed, and we may no longer control Trent’s left leg, but otherwise we seem more intact than we have any right to expect. Lactic acid drenches Trent’s muscles around our tendrils, harsh as cold coffee. What did they hit us with upstairs?

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

"Turning your back on me. Just like she did, like what I am saying makes no sense. " I struggled against the invisible restraints, but they held firm. Isabella raised her right hand, her palm facing down, directly over my chest, sending jolts of excruciating magic shot from her palm, searing into me. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before, burning through me as if it were setting my heart ablaze.

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ "

yeah, unless you wanna do something else first" Riley said and bit her iips while running her fingers up and down Adam's hand that was placed on the table. " Uhmmm, let's order a drink first" Adam said and signaled the waiter " i have to be drunk for this" he said to himself in a hush tone. An order was made for a bottle of Masseto which Adam had come to know as Riley's favorite wine and, a bottle of lasorda which was his. It didn't take long before the order was on their table and each had a glass in their hand. " So...you like it here?'' Adam asked after his first sip.

“Are you okay?” “Better than okay,” I breathe. “I feel incredible.” The candles gutter low, their light licking gold along damp skin. The bond still thrums under my ribs—warm, steady, endless—and yet none of us can seem to stop touching. Every brush of a knuckle sends small shocks across the room, running through all five of us like shared breath. Elias clears his throat first, voice rough with restraint. “Her muscles will be sore,” he says, practical as ever, though the edge in his tone betrays him. “She needs a bath before she stiffens.”

Once he finished bandaging her, Trent stood up, packed his kit, and walked over to Ezekiel, who was leaning against the driver’s side door. As soon as they were out of Vespera’s earshot, Trent’s calm facade cracked. “What the hell, Ezekiel? What was that?” he whispered, his voice low but charged with intensity. “What the fuck was that?!" “Keep your fucking voice down,” Ezekiel snapped, glancing at Vespera. She looked so small, shaken, and utterly drained. Seeing her like that made him feel like the anger from their earlier argument was insignificant, almost shameful. Trent grabbed Ezekiel’s arm, his eyes wide. “Is it just me, or does she look like Lorna? Please tell me I’m hallucinating.”

Rhea said, stepping onto the metal catwalk that circled the Engine. ​"Is that so?" Valerius sneered. He pressed a key on the console. ​The Null-Field intensified. Rhea felt her vision blur. The air in the room became heavy, pressing against her lungs until every breath felt like she was inhaling liquid lead. The "Tameless Heart" stuttered, its internal fire flicking under the weight of the "Zero-Pulse" pressure.