Viltrumites Novels & Stories

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

“He’s part of a movement. Not just a rogue operation. He’s tied to the Vilamir family. They’re trying to rebuild what was lost centuries ago—the Admosian Empire. The Werewolf Monarchy.” Anita mutters a curse under her breath. Valerie goes stiff. Miyuki doesn’t react. But I can feel the way her energy changes—more focused, more alert. “Lilith,” Jace says. Korra nods once. “She’s a Vilamir. That’s confirmed. She was bred and raised to help reclaim power for their family. That’s why Lucien and Victor are working with her... they know how powerful she is. She been helping them build an army.”

Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!" The doctor he brought stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but she's gone. There are no vital signs." At that moment, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage was destroyed, but our people have been guarding the main entrance the whole time!" Ean was dumbfounded. If that was the case, it meant that I had entered an operational freezer that day! He roared at everyone around him, "You call this watching over her?"

Violet eyes flashed amethyst contempt at Voss, scar pulling taut luminous under plasma-fade. The crystal at her throat pulsed urgent now, facets flaring hot-warning crimson-storm throb that lanced bond-deep like a lover's bite: Deeper rift colossal stirring below-ruins bowels, hunger-heart quickening predatory slaver—game escalated vicious, next vein armored chitin-thick, guardians evolving hungrier. Her mental voice brushed mine fierce-intimate, husky with post-battle rush: It's adapting wolf-fast, storm-born. Polite thunder was foreplay—feels like abyssal jaws parting slick for the kill-thrust.

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.

Valerian root — vuh‑LEER‑ee‑un root An herb Sophia carries for use in the Tilly; used as a sedative in the narrative. Wristlink — RIST‑link A wearable device used by characters to receive alerts and manage schedules. Wormpiller — WORM‑pil‑er A larval creature used metaphorically by Mother to describe a painful transformation that becomes a Flutterfly.

It was a laboratory. White-tiled walls, now cracked and stained with green oxidation, stretched into a vast, vaulted chamber. In the center of the room sat a massive, circular vat—the Well of Souls. It was filled with a thick, iridescent violet fluid that pulsed with the slow, rhythmic beat of a dying star. "Breathe-Easy units detected," the Admin reported. "But the filtration chemistry is... non-standard." Leo walked to the edge of the vat. He looked down into the violet liquid. The gold flecks in his eyes flared, illuminating the surface.

Valerius stopped and turned, a cruel, amused smile playing on his pale lips. "The Beta Strain isn't a pill you swallow, little weaver. It is a Resonance Frequency," Valerius explained. "My blood carries the code for stability. To transfer it, I must perform the Blood-Binding Ritual. But I do not waste my blood on broken tools." He pushed the doors open. Beyond lay a long, narrow corridor lined with hundreds of mirrors. But they weren't normal mirrors. The glass rippled like water, and the reflections inside moved independently of the people standing before them.

The air inside the inner sanctum did not taste of the Antarctic’s bite; it was heavy: wet: and smelled of ancient lightning and blooming lilies. The violet light pulsing from the walls was not a static glow but a rhythmic respiration: the very heartbeat of the world made visible. At the center of the chamber: suspended within a massive pillar of translucent obsidian: was the First Mother. She was a wolf of impossible proportions: her fur a shimmering white that held the depth of a thousand snows: her closed eyes promising a wisdom that predated the first stone. But she was not at peace. A web of black: pulsing vines: the "necrotic nervous system" of the First Void: had burrowed into her skin