A Thousand Year Slumber Glitch Novels & Stories

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

Guess that struck a nerve. Her whole expression snapped. "The one who's not loved? That's the side piece," she hissed. "Doesn't matter if you're his wife—you're just the extra." I was about to clap back. Then she glanced past me, grabbed my arm, and threw herself to the floor. Her glass shattered, slicing her hand deep. Blood everywhere. Mark burst in like some knight in shining armor. "Who hurt her?!" He scooped her up and turned on me with a death glare.

Massive tanks of liquid nitrogen were pumping freezing fluid into the supercomputers. Sebastian shot the valves. BANG. BANG.HISSSSSS. The pipes burst. Freezing fog filled the room. But more importantly, the flow of coolant to the main sphere stopped. [ WARNING: SYSTEM OVERHEATING. ][ TEMPERATURE CRITICAL. ] [The Glitch] Virtual World. Takeshi paused. His perfect image flickered. "What... is... this?" His voice slowed down. Lagging. The Zen garden began to pixelate. Kenji saw the opening. "Lag," Kenji grinned, blood on his virtual teeth. "The gamer's worst enemy."

“Nythis said she was locked in frost. She wasn’t kidding.” Kael glanced around. “How do you wake someone frozen for a thousand years?” Aria knelt beside the frozen woman and pressed the Moonshard to the ice. A glow erupted. The chamber pulsed. The shard dissolved into light, seeping into the ice like ink into paper. The glow spread through the crystal tomb, illuminating veins of power buried deep in the glacier. And then the singing began. It was faint at first — a single note, impossibly high. Then more joined. Harmony layered upon harmony. The ice trembled. Cracks spidered outward. Chunks fell away.

He runs a long, pale finger down a list. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. "Who are you?" "Julian," I scream, or try to. It comes out as a wet gasp. "Julian Thorne! You promised! Five hundred years ago! You said you'd come another day!" He looks at the entry for Julian Thorne. He taps it. A small, red spark flickers. "Ah," he says. "I see. There was a clerical error during the Great Transition of the 21st century. Your file was marked as 'Resolved via Extension' but the expiration date was left blank."

A grinding sound echoed through the titanium hull. A deep, earth-splitting roar erupted beneath the polar ice sheet. The radar on the main console flashed red instantly. Far below, in the seven-thousand-meter abyss… The long-slumbering life form that had been sealed for fifteen years finally moved.

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

"No problems with the systems. Everything's running according to plan. Execution looks fine. All tech is sending properly. Kallida, your power levels are high, but so is your expenditure. Please, watch that for me." "The vortex takes power," Kallida responded, "but I need it to bring the little brat in alive, and we need him alive to recover the memory." "I understand," Blackridge said. "As long as you're aware of it. You don't have much in reserve." "Yes, yes," Kallida said, as if it was more a bother to him than it was a concern. "Also..." he began to go on, but something happened and he cut himself short. "What?" he breathed, and there was a brief cut to the sorcerer's connection. "Alhor,

1 Year Later Sicily, Italy Arthur woke up in the morning. He was looking at the sleeping figure of Sylvia beside him. Her milky white skin was peeping through the duvet. Tucking the golden strand of hair behind her ears, he rested his back on the headboard. It's been one year since he married Sylvia. As per his promise to his sister Myra, he didn't keep Sylvia waiting anymore. She was the only person who held him tight during the most vulnerable situation. She had gone through a rough patch because of his uncertainty. But Myra was right about Sylvia. She is the best for him.

and then. ======= *Grrrrrrrrrrr* Out of anger, I smashed the stupid alarm clock with my fist. I sat up on my bed with my eyes half opened. I was enjoying my sleep and some crazy alarm just had to spoil the moment. I glanced at the wall clock and I sighed, 6am..