Block Tales Griefer Novels & Stories

Tack would fight against Yara. Norm would take the two remaining people. Tack quickly summoned his personal Nefarious Spirit, the Grim Reaper. It looked like an ancient general. It was wearing intimidating-looking armor with a helmet. It even had a mask on. Only two of its ferocious eyes could be seen as it held a halberd about two feet long. Since being summoned, Yara felt a murderous air around it. She could not help wondering why Tack would want to kill her. Did he want to lose her as a spy?

"That's awesome, man! You're really forcing back a Scion rank nine!" He was Scion rank one too, but he was clearly having a hard time as he faced off against several Scion rank threes himself. Fafnir's eyes lit up as he watched Caleb even more worshipfully now! Whoosh! At the same time, Caleb swung the Guardian on top of Tamel's head, bellowing, "World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker!" Feeling the terrible might bearing down upon him, Tamel promptly swung his saber upward, launching the silhouette of a wolf at Caleb as he bellowed, "Howling Wolf Gale!"

His feet landed on the weight pad, initiating the flames pouring down on him. “Tobias Stop” I heard Gunner yell. I looked to Tobias who had Trevor pinned beneath him. I brought my feet back to the ground and stepped towards them. Not him, Tobias, not yet I want his blood You’ll have it, just not yet “I want that one alive” Gunner demanded. Tobias leaned down and snapped his teeth at Trevor’s face. He lifted his bloody paw off Trevor’s chest and came back to stand beside me. He will die, I assured him.

I yelled through mind link. “OH SHIT, I FORGOT!” Gabe grabbed the dagger from the harness on his leg. I distracted Thane long enough for Gabe to get a clear view of the stone lodged in Thane’s chest. Gabe launched himself through the air and plunged the dagger deep into Thane’s chest. Thane’s eyes went wide as Gabe didn’t relent. “What is this?!” Thane screamed out in agony. “This is me leveling the playing field between you and all your innocent victims.” Gabe pulled the blade back and forth to dislodge the stone.

A fragment of the game's source code, barely readable, written in symbols that hurt to perceive directly. FUNCTION grief_weaver_class_b EXTENDS anomaly_base { INTENT_TYPE: suffering, loss, attachment_trauma SPAWN_CONDITION: civilian_death + emotional_resonance > threshold PURPOSE: harvest_intent + test_player_compassion ADMIN_LEVEL: restricted } I understood it the way you understand a foreign language you've never studied…imperfectly, incompletely, but enough to grasp the essential meaning. The Grief Weaver existed to harvest suffering and test whether players would show compassion even when it cost them tactically.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Gabriel blocked her path with his body, not touching her, not grabbing her, simply becoming too solid to pass without a choice. “Move,” Tessa said. Her voice was flat. Gabriel stayed quiet. “Not yet.” “That’s Milo.” “I know.” “You don’t know anything.” “No,” Gabriel said. “But I know what traps look like after people have already bled on them.” Tessa’s face crumpled for half a second before rage pulled it back into shape. She shoved at his chest with both hands. Gabriel let her. He did not move. Not because he wanted to show strength, Evelyn thought, but because moving would have let Tessa fall into whatever the Watchers had prepared for grief.

The truth is, this is just the beginning of the torture I will have to endure. Even I did not anticipate this. I thought they would use brute force but play fair. I should have known that these barbarians would never play by the rules. All I can do is see this through. "Fiend, pass me the tools." The guy called Ghoul says with an evil smile plastered on his face. When I lift my head, I see that all of them have sinister smiles on their faces. I barely get ruffled by anything but these people are an exception.

Ryder signaled to Corner, who took up the tablet and began recording. Ryder stepped closer to Jewel. She trembled violently. “This,” Ryder said calmly, “is what will happen if any of dare to deceive or betray me. Take this as a moral lesson.” He moved without hesitation as he slashed Jewel’s ear and her screams tore through the mansion. Ryder didn’t stop as he continue to slash all over her body, not sparing any parts of it at all. She screamed and begged till she was unable to. After minutes of torture, Ryder brought up his gun and shot her clean on her forehead.