The North watchtower came with a spectacular view of absolutely nothing interesting. Just dead grass, concrete, and the dark waters of the bay reflecting the city lights across the bridge. This island alone had three bridges connecting it to Manhattan, and this research facility was the only structure worth noticing. Read more…
Gwen Stacy was falling, but she showed no panic. She actually laughed even as the streets grew closer. Just as she was about to crash land into a truck, she stretched her hand and pressed her palm with her middle and ring finger. A line of web-fluid stuck to the Read more…
The morning sun had painted the watchtower in shades of amber and gold, but Silvija Sablinova was not admiring the view. Just standing there. Thinking. The past two days had been eventful. Too eventful. Every moment had been about one person. Her thoughts moved in circles, around and around him Read more…
Contrary to what Silvija and Ava might have believed, Dante wasn’t actually sleeping at all—he had entrusted his physical safety to Null, allowing his consciousness to descend into the labyrinth of Doctor Stephen Strange’s mind. A journey that proved far more distressing than he could have possibly anticipated. Hyperion’s lifetime Read more…
Pale sunlight filtered through the apartment windows, somehow melancholic despite its brightness. Silvija stirred awake with the laziness of someone who hadn’t slept for two days. She yawned as her arms stretched lazily over her head. Her joints popped satisfyingly. She was in pure bliss until a certain masculine scent Read more…
Dante confidently tilted his shoulder before Ava even started her claw swiped diagonally at his neck. He locked her elbow with his own, restricting the mobility of her right arm. Immediately, he slipped around her and hooked his other hand under her only free arm. ‘Got her now.’ Ava was Read more…
Dante’s wristwatch, a gift from Anna, showed 3 PM when he knocked on Felicia’s apartment door. The door swung open almost immediately just like the last time. Felicia leaned against the frame with a graceful smile that could’ve sold anything from perfume to luxury cars. “Hi, sweetheart. Here to deliver Read more…
Dante drifted back down to Felicia’s room. She had stopped dancing at this point and sat at her desk, tinkering with a thick metal bracelet. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she adjusted tiny screws, fine-tuning the mechanism. He reached out and brushed his astral hand through her fluffy platinum Read more…
Dante’s bike zoomed through the facility without any problem. Silvija had received his message and ordered everyone to let him pass. Nobody tested her patience after the verbal abuse she had handed to two rookies. He cut the Ducati’s engine as he reached the command center, the bike’s growl fading Read more…
Dante traced golden symbols across his bare chest, repeating the process for the fifth time today. He had cut down the time in half in just one day of practice. Felicia drifted to Silvija, whispering something to her. Silvija gave him a narrow-eyed glance before both women flew straight through Read more…