Viltrumite Novels & Stories

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

Evelyn followed more slowly, legs still shaking. “Careful,” Jonah murmured. “It’s wounded, not dead. That makes it meaner.” Evelyn barely heard him. Her light caught on something glinting in the dirt near where the creature had stood. She crouched, hands trembling as she brushed away frost and soil. It was a pendant. Old—ancient, perhaps—its surface tarnished but intact. A heavy disc of silver, engraved with a sigil she didn’t recognize. A circle, within it a crescent moon, lines radiating outward like beams. Symbols she couldn’t read curled around the edge.

"Watch me." "I would rather help you," Silas whispered. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial. The liquid inside wasn't silver; it was a deep, bruised purple that seemed to swallow the light. "Raw strain. No filters. No safety. It will bring back the wolf, but it will burn through your life force in hours. It’s a death sentence, Darius."

Valerius’s laboratory was a blasphemous cathedral of science and sorcery. In the center of the room, a massive, intricate array was drawn on the floor in fresh cinnabar ink, surrounding a slab of black obsidian where Caleb now lay. Above him, suspended by brass chains, hung hundreds of glass vials containing the glowing, crimson essence of the Beta Strain—Valerius’s own blood, distilled over three millennia.

unable to survive without the 60-hertz hum? Avery Vane-Thorne stood in the "Aurelia-Chamber," a room carved from stabilized pearl-stone that vibrated with a soft, natural resonance. Beside her, Dr. Vogel was monitoring the vitals of Elara, the first of the Amethyst-Caste to go into labor.

His fingers were trembling so violently I could see the strain in the tendons of his wrist. “Valdez designed Phase V as the final governance tool,” Shawn continued, a bitter, humorless smile touching the corner of his mouth. “The theory was simple: stable leaders need stable anchors. But Phase V goes further. It’s trying to merge our cognitive processes. Predictive modeling of your thoughts. Shared emotional processing. It wants my executive function optimized by your legal mind, and your ambition stabilized by my control. No more individual weakness. Just one perfectly synchronized unit.”

Inside lay a single sheet of vellum, wrapped tightly around a small, glowing shard of Amberite—the highly volatile mineral used to stabilize high-tier solar magic. Silas leaned over my shoulder, his large, scarred hand flattening against the small of my back to anchor me as I unrolled the parchment across the marble balustrade. The document wasn't a standard military order. It was a precise, terrifyingly detailed architectural blueprint of a massive, wheel-shaped mechanism suspended over a deep-sea cavern.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

Alaric held her wrist and gently pulled her in before closing the door. “In here, is my treasure room.” Violet gently lifted the first box in front of her and gasped when she saw different types of precious stones. She ran her fingers through the stones and sighed. If she sold one of those, she'd get back thousands of coins. She had many luminous pearls but she didn't want to simply give it away for some coins. She closed the box and moved to the next box. Inside of this one was jewelries that were both precious and rare.”

"You are an amazing person! you fought for your life and won, literally no one could survive what you went through, you were thrown into a valley! freaking valley!" He grabbed her face when she broke eye contact and forced her to look into his eyes, even through only the small.light illuminated the room they could see each other clearly,A thousand words danced at each of their lips, each person desperately wanting to speak but for some reason remaining mute. END OF FLASH BACK