Unsteady นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You don't understand." "I don't want to." "He has aura." "What does that even mean?" "It means..." I searched for the right explanation. "...he walks like he already knows he's going to win." Marco blinked. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "It makes perfect sense." "It doesn't." "It does." "It—" The front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without looking, I knew who it was. Steady. Measured. Never hurried. Alessandro.

he whispered in disbelief, wondering what psychotic interaction was this. "Try me"

Near St. Louis, Missouri Blake's P.O.V. It's been a couple of days, and still no word from Brock. What's going on? I sent one of my men to the Silver Moon pack to try and find him, but I haven't heard from him yet. When he finds Brock, he better have a good excuse for ignoring my calls. I need pups. My buyers are getting angry, and I'm out of merchandise. My other suppliers, those who I've intimidated into giving me pups over the years, are ignoring me as well. They're too scared now that someone is sniffing around. Who are these people? When my phone rings, I answer it angrily.

Pure adaptive instability. Lena matched it instantly. Her presence did not add to the chaos. It anchored it, not stabilizing but preventing it from tearing us apart. The constructors reacted violently. Their axes flared to maximum output, trying to capture and stabilize the surge. Too much and too fast. The aerial framework above fractured, lines of light breaking apart into jagged shards. The ground beneath us cracked and shifted as the forming lattice collapsed in on itself. The first constructor flickered wildly, the second destabilized and the third held for half a second.

She could feel the balance shifting, the fractures pulling against the threads she had worked so hard to mend. “We’re heading into unstable territory,” Crane said, consulting the map as he walked. “The energy levels here are off the charts. If the spire is as unstable as Haverstone suggested, we’ll need to act quickly once we arrive.” Jamie glanced at him, his skateboard resting against his shoulder. “Define ‘unstable.’ Are we talking cracks in the ground, or ‘the sky might fall on us’ unstable?” “Both,” Crane replied grimly. “And more.” Vivienne smirked faintly, her dagger glinting in the pale light. “Sounds like fun.”

“Ambition, when paired with instability, can lead to…missteps.” There it was, the warning veiled as both concern and guidance. I set my glass down. Carefully and deliberately. “I’m not unstable,” I said. Silence. The word hung in the air like something sharp enough to cut. Camilla’s smile didn’t falter but it changed.

Then answered: “You are what happens when a transition refuses to end.” A pause. “And begins to continue.” Emma stepped back slightly. “That doesn’t sound good.” “It is not classified as good or bad here,” he said. A pause. “It is classified as unstable persistence.” Emma shook her head. “That sounds worse.” A faint, almost tired smile. “It usually is.” The space around them shifted again. Something flickered in the distance. Not light. Not shadow. A ripple of intention. The man noticed immediately. His posture changed subtly. For the first time—

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

Heavy and unmoving. My pulse tripped over itself. Oh shit.

Something is off. Way off.