Cen Quiz Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

“The rest would be up to the pop quiz algorithm.” With so many different herb combinations, Zen practised filtering his options and praying the test would not give him too many unknown options that he would have to find from the encyclopedia manually. Thankfully, the herbs in the encyclopedia were well organised. Seeing how there was no limit to the number of times he could retake the test, Zen wanted to learn the type of questions that would appear in the pop quiz. Thankfully, it was merely a selection of options. He could guess and answer and gamble on a chance to succeed.

Loop cackles a little, holding up the paper with the quiz, and says, "Oh, relax, it's only ten questions. If you can't do this then they'll dock my pay grade. Try not to fail." There are a few more groans, but then the papers are passed out and fifteen minutes are allotted for finishing this quiz. It's not difficult, and even if the great match is still in my mind I can pull out information learned last week about relics, as well as the subtopic of cursed relics. I think I've got eight of them correct, and then pass it back forward as the time ends. "Did you do alright?" I ask Leonard. "I think I did," says Leonard with his usual grin, "I guess the studying we do at the Mausoleum is paying o