Viltrumites Novels & Stories

Especially not now that I see a ray of hope. “Here, under the microscope, this component mainly has a bright greenish-violet color. It amalgamates with the essence of the rare plant in Siberia I talked to you about—the Utlavderia. The reaction creates a chemical compound that, when ingested, collapses the lungs of the victim and bursts the tiniest blood vessels. It also makes blood turn white, or transparent. Like regular water.” I cringed at the thought. A memory escaped from its confines in my head, a memory of tears streaming down a woman’s flushed cheek. Groaning silently, I lashed the memory back into its cage.

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

GAVRAEL ~ “Thank you for delivering yourself to me. From what I’ve been told, the mate to the white wolf is the Alpha. I can’t wait to have you strapped down next to her. I finally have something to take me to the highest levels of prestige in the scientific world. Imagine all I could do with your DNA, my name will be in the history books. I will be able to replicate whatever makes you all so special and make an army of your kind from humans, give people powers at will. I will become a goddess on earth, nations all over the world will seek my work, and no one will ever call me weak again.”

He closed his eyes and hugged the pillows to himself, his mother's face flashed in front of him. *************** Matilda drifted off for a while, and woke up hyperventilating. She sat up and held her chest, she was breathing heavily. The weather was not hot but she was sweating so much. She grabbed the bottle of water from her bed side and chugged it down in one gulp. She reached for her phone to check the time, and she figured she just slept for like 10minutes. It felt like she had slept for a long time because she had a nightmare.

Well, let’s just say she’s caught my interest, and I’m not the only one. Her being a target was inevitable. I hate to say it, but it’s a long ride, and we’re pretty strict as far as fucking with one another. Don’t get me wrong. I have just as many strict rules against harming humans, but as the only source of blood if not entertainment, no escaping that the human would be singled out sooner or later. Her opening her lovely purple eyes, obviously aware of the vamps watching her, only to close them again, amuses me. Ill-advised as the behavior is, it’s clear she’s willing herself to disappear into the vomit worthy burgundy upholstery.

A place where humans learn how to be submissive and become either an Emit, Dator, or Emunctor lactis. Emits are debtors. They are slaves who in order to live must become a Viatore's bleeder. They suffer an inexplicable, life-threatening torture where they're injected with mercury and then their blood is detached along with the mercury called Tainted. A Viatore's weakness increases as their time on earth increases. They age. Their power halts, and so they utilise this to help replenish their weaknesses, aging, and powers. A substance when in their body kills them, now in the human body strengthens them.

POV: Lila (primary), Echoform (threaded proximity), Saela (new memory), Maximus (unwinding vigilance), Elora (voice-keeper), Kehra (rhythm-rewritten), Nareth (place-holder), Vathil (soot-soil and shimmer), Lila I didn’t kneel today. Not out of rebellion. Out of trust. The basin shimmered without prompting. Vathil didn’t pulse, didn’t whisper. It simply glowed in a low breath-hum, folded through moss the color of duskroot and remembered offering.

“Malachi, he sees things, feels things. He can mask everything, and he’s immune to wolf powers.” “He can block all of it?” “That’s what makes him so good. This happened to him for a reason, and he only kills evil,” Levi said. “So, he’s a vigilante?” “Yes and no. He’s the Ulfr Banamaðr,” Levi said, and Malachi felt those chills creep up his spine again. “What the hell does that mean?” Malachi asked him. “He’s Hel’s executioner. He sees sin, and he can weigh your soul, that is his destiny; that’s why he was chosen. He was blessed by the goddess and he’s fulfilling his purpose,” Levi said.

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

“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?”