Light Bastion Novels & Stories

His girl was watching me with stars in her eyes. "Oh my God. You're totally Steve Sumner." She swooned and let out a long girly sigh. "Does that shit hurt?" I moved my finger around my nose as I stifled a shiver of disgust. The guards had the guy on the ground, but they were losing the fight. "Ethan. What the fuck, man?" Liam moved up beside me and jerked me back, moving us toward the bar. "You start shit everywhere. You know that?" "Yep. That's the reason we usually stay at your place, remember?"

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

We crested the final ridge, and there it was. The Beacon wasn't just a tower. It was a fortress built into the hollowed-out crater of an extinct volcano. In the center stood a spire of white durasteel that pierced the clouds, emitting the pulse that was healing the sky. Surrounding it was a city not a ruin like Vegas, but a sleek, operational base with hangars, hydroponic domes, and defensive turrets that tracked us with silent precision. "It’s the Sanctuary," I whispered. "The place the Ghost Wolf project was meant to defend."

The underground bunker beneath the eastern districts of Lagos had become a fortress of mirrors. Echo had chosen the location deliberately an old Apex testing facility where the walls were lined with reflective panels, forcing anyone who entered to confront countless versions of themselves. Alex felt the psychological weight immediately as he and Damian were dragged inside by clone enforcers, wrists bound with reinforced cuffs that hummed with the same energy signature as the Architect’s pact.

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

Lilith's POV As I walked out of Bastian's house, tears streamed down my face. I was hurt and angry at his stubborn, old ways. I understand he’s trying to protect me, I really do, but I can’t help how much I want him. Who wouldn’t want a man like Bastian Lockhart, CEO of S-Electronics, the best phone company in New York City? Bastian is the kind of man that looks at you and just makes you weak in your knees.

Baji admitted and his stomach growled afterward. “I need to eat.” He said again. “so you’re not gonna do anything about it?” Hanson asked, hoping to know if Baji was at least thinking of something. “what’s there to do right now?” Baji asked back weakly. “and you call yourself a leader?” Damien accused and the began walking away. “what do you expect me to do about it?” Baji asked him but he had already walked off. Baji looked at Felix “have you climbed the trees to see if you can at least see anything from above?”

Beastfolk were on the lower end of society's hierarchy. If Nathaniel's beastfolk side was revealed to the public, his company would be in danger. This was great news! I was delighted, and tears of joy streamed down my astral form's cheeks. Now I finally had dirt on him! Let's see him trying to snipe my projects now! The serpent's tail slowly coiled around me. Its chilly sensation was the polar opposite of Nathaniel's warmth. A song of ice and fire.

It was the sound of Heavy Metal. "We have a massive spatial displacement at the Western Rift," Rhys shouted, his fingers flying across a console that was now integrated with the amber energy of the Mother-Node. "Something is pushing through, and it’s not asking for permissions. It’s a Hard-Surface Incursion." The Arrival of the Bastion The sky didn't ripple; it tore. From the void emerged a vessel that looked like a floating fortress of rusted iron and jagged spikes. It lacked the elegance of the Nebula-Shard. This was the Iron Bastion, the flagship of the Iron-Sovereign League.