Viltrumites Novels & Stories

were gone, replaced by the raw, unshielded fear of a child. "Don't come closer, Elian," Leo warned, his voice cracking with a metallic resonance. "The static... it’s still shedding." The Anatomy of the Crystallization Within the Ark’s medical records—now accessible only to Leo’s fading biological mind—the phenomenon was known as Neural Vitrification. It was a fail-safe designed for the original architects. If the system's "Noise" became too high, the human interface would be converted into a stable, non-reactive mineral state to preserve the data integrity.

Slowly, the violet light in his eyes flickered and turned a soft, human Amber. "Then... help us... Unplug," he whispered. Behind the 2.0s, Elara saw the true prize of the valley. It wasn't just heat. It was a Library—a physical collection of books and seeds, kept in a pressurized dome that was beginning to crack.

"You’ve tangled your scent with the Great Alpha. If Diane Ryder or Jane finds out you’re marking their territory, you’re dead meat, you low-born bitch." I ignored the venom. We stayed in the Clamville valley for another week, working until the wounded were back on their paws and the village fires were relit. What gnawed at me during those long nights wasn't the labor, but the lack of suppressants. I hadn't been able to find a single vial of moon-thistle or birth control. Cole and I had been reckless twice that afternoon in the rover, and the thought of a Ryder heir growing inside me was a terrifying, silent heartbeat.

The violet mist was a synthetic virus—theNull-Serum—designed to permanently sever a shifter’s connection to their animal, killing the wolf while leaving the human body alive. Inside my mind, Dominic’s wolf let out one final, heartbreaking howl of absolute despair before it faded away into a cold, hollow nothingness. “No...” Dominic choked out, his golden eyes instantly turning a flat, dead, ordinary human brown. He looked up at me, his fingers slipping limply from my dress, his expression entirely broken. “Elena... he’s gone. My wolf is dead.”

My body became very cold and almost freezing and cold steam escaped as I exhaled or opened my mouth. I changed into my wolvire form, the form which according to my memory was used when I killed my mother and some of the residents of… INDICENT. I trembled imperceptibly as I recalled the memories about that one. I wish it was just an artificial memory made to mess with my mind, but it also felt so real at the same time. I closed my eyes again, trying to get rid of everything for a while. There is someone I have to deal with and sad memories are meaningless at times like this.

I had unlocked a memory that I tried so hard to bury within the chambers of my mind. So I reached for the bottle of cheap vodka that I hid behind the swings as I contemplated whether or not to drink -if it would make me more of the monster my father turned into. "No, please don't drink" He said as he walked out, with the laptop in his hands. "Please, don't drink. I love you and our baby and there's no way to prove it except-" "Albert Smith. Duluth" He said as he typed something into the laptop. The tapping of the keys rang repeatedly in my head as I stared back at the bottle that I held in my hands.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.