A Thousand Year Slumber Glitch Novels & Stories

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

One document led to another, and then another, until we found references I'd either overlooked or dismissed the first time. And our findings revealed something I would have never expected. The White Wolves possessed a strange power to enter a deep sleep that resembled death, a state they could remain in for decades and even centuries. “That's new,” Theo said, looking at me. I dragged a hand slowly through my hair as the full weight of what we'd just uncovered finally settled over me. “Fuck.” For several long moments, I couldn't bring myself to move. My mind was already racing, trying to make sense of a discovery that had just turned everything upside down.

They unlocked the door with some struggle. "Come on." Eden whispered to herself as he couldn't fit the key in the keyhole, Malakai kissing her neck from behind wasn't helping at all. Finally he was able to open it and they stumbled inside and went upstairs giggling the whole way. Malakai pushed Eden onto the bed and climbed on top of her kissing him again. They had to be a little careful though because of Malakai's stitches. In only a few seconds the two were naked and their clothes sprawled out somewhere on the floor though they couldn't care less. It was a mess of tangled bodies above messy sheets.

My heartbeat slowly steadied, my limbs growing heavy. In this world, reason doesn’t always matter. The doctor told me to avoid conflict. I had done everything I could tonight. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, it would be their turn to panic. Because I was out of medication. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of a drill. I reached for my phone—6:00 a.m. I lay there for three seconds. The drilling didn’t stop. It only got louder. I sat up, irritation rising uncontrollably. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. The person in the mirror looked terrible.

"It’s in Safe Mode. It’s running on a minimal kernel just to maintain structural integrity. The wolves have been parasitic for two hundred years, siphoning the 'background noise' of this place to power their primitive lightbulbs. They never realized they were standing on a supercomputer while trying to start a fire with two sticks." "And it’s clear they left in a hurry," I added, my eyes tracing a jagged fracture in the floor where a primary conduit had been severed, not by time, but by a sudden, violent surge. "The logs are messy. It looks like a forced shutdown. When my ancestors fled, they didn't have time for a clean exit. They left the system in a state of 'Dirty Shutdown,' which means

she said coldly. The whole area was silent. It was like time had stopped. Marcus was angry. "What did you say?" he bellowed, getting up from the helicopter. "Say it again woman before I hurt you myself." Grace just laughed. "You think you won because you destroyed the vault in Antarctica?" she said. "You think you won because you burned the computer servers?. The truth is, Sierras body has a genetic kill-switch. It was triggered when she was shocked in the laboratory. Without an enzyme her body will collapse in three months."

In the same way as always, Gnoll's body vanishes into a fog of particles that move like particles of smoke to try to disguise the process from me. Phew. The stress of modifying one core has wrecked me, my head pounding. My summons cores need to be modified, so I'm taking a nap. Gradually, my body goes into torpor. .... ….. … .. . [You have defeated Level 55 Howling Fox] My eyes open and I leap into action, rushing to my summons immediately. The notification of the system acting as a wake-up call for me. Nothing happened to them luckily, a mistake on my part falling asleep on guard duty.

“I-I’m King Dominique?… That’s impossible” Hans stammered in great surprise. How can that be him? That’s not impossible!… “I know that it caused a great shock to you. I understand…. I completely understand your feelings.” Everly gently said. She held Hans’s hands tightly, as she was trying to calm him down while continuing her explanation, “You already know that there’s a lot of things in this world that can’t be explained by science, right?… Just look at me, no one would believe that I lived for a thousand years. It’s simply not possible to happen but still, it’s my reality.”

comes a man’s voice from the door. “I am, don’t scare me like that,” I shout. I carefully walk through the maze of glass, but it's difficult. Very difficult. With every step, I wobble, and teeter, side to side, because the wooden floors are angry with me. The carpet doesn’t want to be my friend, and I fell to the floor, getting glass into my arm, and I cried out. Everything goes dark and I know why it was some bad sugar. It was spiked. No wonder Seth was in such a rush to get me to my room.

Now as I was staring at the scene of a mass of epileptics sprawled on the cold hard floor outside my bedchambers, I realized it brought me big troubles. Slumber dust, as the name suggests is a shimmery magical powder that puts one to a cataleptic kind of sleep for a certain period of time. It has a silky texture to it and no matter the temperature of the day, the powder is cool to the touch, as if it is set apart from the very environment. Slumber dust is a very rare kind of magical item and I was not even aware of its existence until today before Lord Gilbert brought me a sachet of it. He, like an over-protective anxious mother, handed me the pouch of slumber dust, saying it was for self-de