Cloud Strife Crisis Core Novels & Stories

General Finn put down a book he was holding and walked over to where the king was seated. “Let the men go rest, we shall begin from there…” he was interrupted. “I went, duplicated the scroll of the clash of the battle empires, I made sure it was handed to him by the queen. Guess what happened.” he paused to see the shock on the men’s faces. “My, prince that scroll is as dangerous as a firing in the dry season. Bolivia could be burnt down.” Alpha George stood akimbo, “Tell me, he did not read it...” general Edward Thornfield asked, his hands on his mouth.

Clay makes his own attempt at comforting Cole. “It’s not being here or even the alphas that are trying to help Clay. I know they are safe. That’s why I chose to come back. It’s the flashes. The nightmares. The idea that they might be my memories. That’s what’s terrifying.” He whispers a brief confession as he shifts uncomfortably in my hold. “Is your back bothering you?” I ask in a normal tone. “I need to sit back down for a little bit. It seems running for the door has aggravated it.”

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

Chaos erupted completely. Warriors lunged. Elements collided. The Summit dissolved into battle. Kaelor’s flames shot forward, colliding with rising stone. Liam shifted fully, leaping toward the armored intruder. Seryth summoned a wave of cutting frost to slice through the earthen spikes. And I— I held Lyra tightly as the ground split beneath my feet. The First Core pulsed again—responding. Not in fury. In defense. Lyra’s frost surged downward into the cracks.

His throat closed. “Yeah,” he said, voice breaking. “Yeah, we did.” Her hand slipped. Her body went still. --- Cliffhanger The monitors flickered. Spiked. Dropped. Flatline. Or something close enough to it. “Lys?” Kael’s voice cracked. No response. Aria flickered—barely there. Kael… she whispered. We need to move… the core’s collapsing… He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t let go.

“We’ll hold it off.” The battle raged on, the figure’s attacks growing more aggressive with each passing moment. Crane worked frantically to adjust the resonance map, his hands shaking as he tried to stabilize the readings. “The core’s energy is spiking!” he shouted. “If we don’t act now, it’ll collapse completely!” Emma closed her eyes, focusing all her energy on the relic. The threads of the balance in her mind twisted and aligned, their chaotic patterns forming a single, harmonious rhythm. She could feel the core’s instability, its fractured energy struggling against the force’s grip.

With the knife slipping out of Silvia’s grip, the System jumped in to rescue the male lead with its powers. The world was beyond saving. Even if Silvia spared the male lead’s life, there was no way to revive their love story when the plot had deviated from the script. The Core System emerged. By triggering an Armageddon, everyone in the world would be wiped out. “Do you feel any regret, Player?” I shook my head at the System’s irrelevant question.

“Show them my queen. Clara smiled, her amber eyes shifting into brilliant white-gold starlight. She raised her free hand, tapping into her ancestral Dragon Core. "Marcus," Clara commanded smoothly. "Activate one hundred hard-light drones. Maximum difficulty." Marcus hesitated for a second over the console, then pressed the override key. SHRRRRRRR-ROOOM! The projection pillars flared with terrifying intensity. One hundred crimson Void-Swarm drones materialized in a tight, deadly swarm above the coliseum floor, their simulated anti-matter weapons charging to full capacity as they dove directly toward Dominic and Clara at supersonic speeds! Dominic didn't even draw his obsidian sword.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

"Are there any Class-S anomalies besides you?" "Not currently. I keep the ecosystem balanced, can't have multiple admin-level threats running simultaneously or players would be overwhelmed." He paused. "But the system is collapsing. Intent is hitting critical mass. Within the next few days, the game will spawn emergency responses. Class-A entities designed to accelerate the crisis and force resolution." "You're saying the game will create the anomalies we need to fight?"