Viltrumite Novels & Stories

“Here. If you can gather every herb listed here, there may be a chance to cure your brother completely.” Caitlin took the handwritten list. Names like Moonshade Herb, Silverthorn Root, Ashen Moss, Bloodvine Petals, Starfall Lotus, Frostleaf Fern, Ironbark Resin, Eclipse Orchid, and Celestine Powder filled the page. They were rare, but at least conceivable to obtain. Yet the final name stood out—utterly unfamiliar. “Aurelius, these others we can try to find, but this last one, ‘Vitalis Crystal’... what is it?”

In his hand was a small glass vial filled with liquid that shimmered faintly gold beneath the dim torchlight. “Drink this,” he said softly, holding it out to her. Livia eyed the vial warily. “What is it?” “It will not harm you,” Roman promised. “It’s a drought of calm — brewed from moon lotus and heart’s root. It will ease the ache and soften the bond’s pull, if only for a while.” Her wolf snarled weakly in protest. It didn’t want ease. It wanted him.

Galena knelt beside the bed and placed one cool, gentle hand on my shoulder. “Nyra. It’s me, Galena. I’m going to give you something that will help you hold on to reality.” I did not answer, but the trembling eased slightly. She reached into her robes and pulled out a small vial. A dark violet liquid shimmered inside it, tiny bubbles rising through the mixture. Moon mushroom. Silverleaf. Peace honey. Powerful, but gentle. She lifted the vial toward my lips. “Just one sip, sweetheart. Will you let me?”

She jammed a dream-silk grenade into the core’s coolant vent, its crystalline shell dissolving in a hissing puff of silver mist. Behind her, Lucien cleaved through the remaining guards, his blade’s edge glowing where dream-silk had sanctified the steel. He yelled over the storm’s crescendo: “Now, Vera!” She activated the grenade’s resonance. A pulse of violet energy rippled outward, fracturing every turbine disk from the inside. The great quartz turbines cracked like glass under hail, and with a final thunderous scream, they imploded—sending tendrils of raw lightning arcing harmlessly into the night sky.

"I found her. It took me three days of searching through that cursed forest but I found her." "And?" I leaned forward. "Did she give you something? Something we can use against Lila?" Violet reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial. The liquid inside glowed faintly purple. "This. Celeste calls it Truth Serum but it's more than that. If Lila is using any kind of transformation magic or illusion, this will break it. Force her true form to show." My heart raced. "That's perfect. Exactly what we need." "There's a catch," Violet said. "It only works if she's within ten feet of whoever uses it. And it has to be ingested or sprayed directly on her."

It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room. "Liquid fire," I whispered, the realization making my stomach drop. "It’s a localized coagulant neurotoxin. Arthur Vance’s old research from the Oakhaven facility. They’re coating the rounds, Vulture. Even a graze will freeze the lungs in twenty minutes if we don't counter it."

“The observers have just arrived, my lord. They brought something… special.” With a wave of his hand, Malachar summoned the three beings. They materialized in the center of the room, kneeling. The black glass vial floated to the table, landing in front of Vortigern. Inside it, the liquid shimmered with iridescent shades of gold, silver, and crimson — the combined essence of Irmak and the twin dragons. Malachar snapped his fingers. A crystal sphere appeared above the table, projecting perfect holographic images of the scene in the forest.

“Car, what is it?” She didn’t look up. “You ever hear of a fix called Violet Rain?” He froze, slotted the question into the quiet space inside his chest. “Supposed to be a myth. Like Trillium, but for the half-lifers.” She snorted. “Well, someone’s selling it. Real deal this time.” He left the stove, walked over, the burnt cabbage forgotten. “It’s bullshit. That stuff was black-boxed even before the cascade. No one I know’s ever seen it.”

Rhoderick flicked his hand through the air. A tiny black crystal vial floated out of the smoke, hovering right in front of Lila. It held a translucent liquid, swirling with tiny black bubbles. “An enhanced version of Core Erosion Powder. Colorless, tasteless.” His voice was hypnotic, dripping with temptation. “Slip this into Eira’s food or drink. It will suppress that annoying moonlight bloodline of hers. And I will personally tear her throat out on the tournament stage.” Lila stared at the vial, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"He locked me in a cell! He's going to ruin my family's seat!" "D'Arden won't be making any more decisions by sunrise," Victor said, pulling a tiny, dark glass vial from his inner pocket and pressing it into Konner’s palm. The thick, crimson liquid inside swirled like liquid fire. "Volcanic suppressant. Pure, unrefined ash-extract. One drop in his evening tea, and his broken core will violently ignite. He'll incinerate his own quarters before the midnight guard shift." Konner stared at the vial with an ugly, twisted grin spreading across his face. "And the stray?"