Unscramble Steeled Novels & Stories

Luke approached slowly and she tensed. He was right behind her now, so damn close that she felt his breath on her bare skin. He reached for the top and she held it closer, tighter. “Give me that,” he said gently. “I’ll help you get it over your head.” She shook her head, panicked at the thought of being bare-chested even for a few seconds, even with her back turned. “I – I can’t.” “How come?” “I don’t…” Her voice trailed off and her throat closed up. “It’ll be a bit too tight on my stitches.”

Their guns sprayed liquid fire made of ink. “The script must be clean,” they chanted, “mistakes must burn.” The Author snatched a handful of papers from her desk. “Sorry for this,” she whispered. She tossed the pages into the air. > “In a world of steam and iron, the Doctor became a metal warrior…” Suddenly, the office transformed. Brass pipes lined the walls. Maya’s clothes thickened into copper armor, a steam cannon grew from her arm. > “In a world of magic, the Soul became a storm…”

“Lyra, you start running. We’ll go and find Steele.” Lyra nudges her head against my thigh and looks up at me. “We’ll see you soon,” I say. Goodbye is too hard to contemplate right now. She starts to move away— Then she goes rigid, her head whipping around. I turn to follow her gaze. Steele is sprinting toward us. He looks manic. Possessed. His eyes are blazing, and he’s cradling his torso in a way that makes me think he’s seriously injured, but he’s running full tilt.

“Another two are patrolling the main corridor leading to Elena’s office. I’ve disabled the cameras, but you’ll need to move fast before they figure it out.” Drake’s voice came through next. “Fast is my specialty. Let’s clear this place and get out of here.” --- The team moved as a cohesive unit, their footsteps silent on the marble floors. The interior of the estate was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding outside—lavish and pristine, as if untouched by the violence that had erupted. Sage couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. It was too quiet.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

STEEL The door slammed shut behind us, and the air between us grew tight. I could hear her breathing hard, fast, broken — and it stoked the flames that'd been burning since I spotted her on his arm tonight. I closed the distance in two strides, every muscle tensed, every thought focused on her. She tried to stand up straight, chin high, but her hands trembled where she held her clutch. "Steel—" she started. I cut her off with a snarl. "Shut up, Sin." Her lips parted in surprise, and shock passed over her face, but she didn't move. She never moved when I talked that way. "You know what it did to me," I growled, my fist slamming into the wall beside her head. She winced but didn't back away. "

I wanted to know if he felt the weight of our people as I did. He shook his head. My father jumped into the conversation and explained that they had run every test possible and although Friedrich seemed to have the same strength I had, there was no blood link like I had to our people. He had none of the anger, and Fynn added that since Friedrich met Melissa, his temper seemed to have calmed down a lot. I breathed a sigh of relief at the realization that it was the sire bond with our people that forced me into the coffin.