Viltrumites Novels & Stories

Lucas was just staring at him blankly until he made his way out. Zera entered the room and collected the ashes of the contract. “Shall I call on the next?” she asks, and Lucas just nodded, feeling sleepy. Zera went outside his office, carrying the ashes and disposed them in the huge Tree of Death in their lounge area. Domus Malum, or the “House of Evil” is nothing like a creepy place that most movies make as the devil’s nest. Lucas made it look like an ordinary office with minimalist designs, it has a wall of shelves for books, a nice lounge area for the guests and a huge piano beside the Tree of Death, where the contracts of their clients serve as the soil and the tree being fertilized by t

[Then we’ll have to carry Dorin and jump off the balcony. Mar remembered how high up they were and turned pale. [Don’t worry I still have translocation spells to spare. But first...] he looked back at the combat medic. [Are you ready Benette?] the medic nodded back at him. Bennette placed a hand over Dorin’s chest and clenched it into a fist. Trailing his fist towards Dorin’s face, he seemed to be pulling at something, until some dark liquid dripped out of Dorin’s mouth. “That’s the valerian,” Benette told them, “But the miasma has already seeped into his system...”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

she replied, with a touch of bitterness. “Of course, but Kalti cannot tell her, cannot trust her, because the woman is a stranger in your world. She will never allow herself to believe in spirits. The elevator doors opened and the two stepped out. “So,” Damien continued. —All these things generate a great conflict, but there was a lack of something. "And have you figured out what it is yet?" “Auh. ’ They walked across the hall and out into the sunshine. “Sunscreen for you. - Your

I stood, gasping as I watched him struggle to climb up the mountain with the passed out Nixton and a hundred monsters behind him. "Guys a little help" Gold said breathlessly and I blinked and rushed up to them. kelvin brought out his hand to lift him up and Lex held onto Gold's right hand. "Nixon!" Camila cried, running towards Gold and helped putting Nixton down. "Thanks for saving him" she whispered to Gold and he nodded. "Hope those dead fucker's won't be able to get up." I spat looking down at them struggling to climb the closet stones. "They are called zombie-the living dead. They feel no pain and when they bite, they transfer a virus which goes through your brain and turn you into one

Eight years is quite a stretch," Astrid remarks, a streak of awe in her voice. "The pharmaceutical marvel born from this laborious endeavor is christened VitaeHalt and it targets the "Regenexin Receptor," a receptor specific to supernatural entities that leads to accelerated healing. It has a rapid onset of action, swiftly reaching peak plasma concentrations within minutes. It undergoes hepatic metabolism, with a predominant renal excretion route, contributing to its efficient elimination from the body. Increasing the dosage lengthens the duration of healing suppression. "This unique property allows precise control over the therapeutic effect, making it adaptable for diverse medical applicat

“This same stuff from earlier that made me heal so fast?” I nodded, leaning back. “It’s a Russian tonic called Yrves. Very rare. One dose, and it works miracles.” She turned the vial in her hand, her brow furrowing. “How rare are we talking?” “Rare enough,” I said, keeping my voice casual. She didn’t need to know it was the only vial left on earth, the last of a formula I’d forcefully stolen from the maker himself. I’d given it to her without a second thought, and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she’d earned it, taking a bullet for that useless prince. Maybe because she was mine now, and I protected what was mine.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

But tonight, she had watched a creature born of war and vengeance. “Monster,” she whispered, choking on the word as it left her lips. A cruel, cold sound that cut deeper than the stench of blood. Vladimir stood near the bar counter shirtless, nonchalantly pouring himself a drink. She eyed his body in the mirror. A deep gash across his shoulder that was poorly stitched by his own hand. He hadn’t even winced. “You should drink something. It helps with the trembles,” He said from there in a steely voice.

We gathered in the lab, the vial from Natasha’s stunt in my pocket, its weight a question. Elaine’s analysis pinged, laptop aglow. “The serum in the vial is consistent with the file,” she said, squinting. “It rewrites memory, trialed on Subject V ’99 — chemical indicators for neural suppression.” Valenticia frowned, puzzled. “Who’s V.C.?” she asked, her voice curious. I swallowed, my chest all tight, but kept a straight face. “Old Galden code most likely,” I lied, unable to bear, the thought of her childhood robbed. Her nod was uncertain, but she believed me, her hand brushing mine, the locket at her throat whispered a pledge.