Corrupted Venti Novels & Stories

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

"Do not touch the walls. If your armor brushes against the spores, scrape it off immediately with your dagger before it eats through the leather." "My Lady," Kaelen muttered from just behind her, his torch throwing long, erratic shadows against the organic structures. The flame burned with a sickly green hue, starved for pure oxygen in the toxic corridor. "The scout, Joran... he said these vents led up to the surface. But we’ve been descending for twenty minutes. The air is getting hotter."

After the breakfast conversation about pancakes and the brief, strange moment of quiet on the lawn, the weight of the city came rushing right back the second that vehicle cleared the iron gates. "Matteo," a voice spoke from the darkness inside the car. It was old, dry, and entirely devoid of warmth. Marcus Corvo didn't get out of his vehicle for anyone under the age of sixty. "I hear your house has a ventilation problem. Too many holes in the walls." "The holes have been patched, Marcus," I said, my voice flat and even. "And the men who made them are currently at the bottom of the river. Why are you here?"

cut it. A sudden, high-pitched scream of electronic static ripped through the corridor as the guard’s radio headset activated again. Elizabeth’s voice came through the static, no longer melodic or calm, but sharp with a severe, bureaucratic panic. Vanguard Team Four, report. The secondary fuel line has breached the western sector. The ventilation hub is flooding with unrefined moonstone gas. Seal the grates from the outside immediately. Abandon the specimens. The radio went dead as Klaus’s iron talons crushed the headset into dust.

“Never. They’re mine to protect. Not yours to use.” Hope’s light surged wildly. “The merge… it’s rejecting you, Victor! Your line lacks the heart component. That’s why the ark was always incomplete!” Elena warned urgently. “Core breach accelerating! The ship is going critical. Victor’s absorbing too much feedback!” Mia reached Hope’s side. “You’ve got all of us behind you, sweetheart. Push through!” Victor staggered as the ship groaned overhead, tilting dangerously. “Impossible. My design was flawless.”

We continued our exercise until we made it to the library, busting open the door, taking a look around the room. … … “Vent!” I exclaimed, spotting one in the exact area where a connecting one would be. Poppy and I both rushed over there, and sure enough, there was no vent cover. “Well well well, now we just gotta collect alibis!” Poppy proudly stated, confident that we already had our convicting evidence. I was pretty sure as well, and jot down some notes in the notepad, before opening the vent and peering inside. From there, all I could see was Jambo’s torso, with his lower half going to the right, and upper half to the left, which I found to be strange. I jot it down, before noticing somet

Mark's eyes widen when he saw the different look I have on my face now whenever that darkness inside me, is in control right now. "Well you asked for it." I replied back and then grabbed his pinky finger and ripped out its nail by using the pliers. Mark screamed out in pain and I laughed out loud. "Next time you thought of trying to destroy me, I'll pull out our teeth with this. But too bad, there won't be a next time for you mark. Consider this a farewell warning for you to hell." I grabbed his second last finger and ripped out its nail while he shivered uncontrollably and screaming out loud.

Yachne took a peek at the laptop screen. EVERYTHING ON YOUR COMPUTER GOT CORRUPTED. CODE 28012 CLEARED ITS TRACKS.

Carter moved towards a table attached to a broad white glass wall. He wafted his hand and a high pitched whooshing sound came, followed by random images forming spontaneously on the glass wall which turned out to be a very large computer embedded on it. Carter had made advancements in designing and coming up with bleeding edge technology like the Mega Computer—one of the latest computers that was already surpassing the supercomputers. "You remember that incident back in Australia two years ago?" "Yeah..." Carol responded, turning from Carter to the screen. " Well, another one was taken down in Hong Kong just early this week."

“And there’s a vent system that runs parallel to the corridor. If we can get inside, we can bypass them entirely.” “And if we can’t?” Maya asked. “Then we do it the hard way,” Damian said, already moving toward the nearest vent. The cover was secured with heavy screws, but Damian had anticipated this. He pulled out a compact drill, the tool emitting a low whine as it worked. Within seconds, the cover was off, and Damian gestured for the others to follow him inside. The vent was narrow and claustrophobic, the metal cold against their hands and knees as they crawled through. Damian led the way, his flashlight illuminating the path ahead. The sound of their movements echoed in the confined spac