Cory X Kenshin Horror Novels & Stories

he murmured, but his eyes were soft as they watched me. The live comments were still in shock. [That moment... they both felt pain at the same time?] [Soul resonance? Is that a thing in a horror game?] [A boss changed the food for a player? That's not supposed to happen!] [Wait... is there some kind of special connection between them?] Dinner ended in a warm atmosphere. Cassia and Gideon left reluctantly, reminding me to rest well before they went. Back in the room, I saw Damien's pale face and felt a wave of worry.

Ashlynn's expression changed. Although she knew she would not be allowed to give birth to the child, she still felt a pang of sadness when she heard that. "Old man, I'll kill you!" Corentin pulled out his gun and pointed it at Cory. Cory could not believe it. Stallone, behind him, hurriedly stood in front of Cory. "Young master, calm down! You don't want to do this!" Cory was so angry that his body was shaking. "You...you rebellious piece of scum! Shoot me! Come on! Do it!" He pushed away Stallone in front of him, his head in contact with the gun. "Do it! "

"Stay sharp. There's also supposed to be a hidden boss. The real win condition is fulfilling Ximena's wish." It was Silvia and the other two players. They quietly pried open the latch and slipped inside. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Soon, I felt someone pushing against the coffin lid. "Give me a hand. There's a male corpse in the coffin next to it." A male corpse? I did not see one earlier. Where did that come from? One of them muttered, "Nothing useful here. Let's check the other coffin." The lid of my coffin, the one I shared with Ximena, was opened.

Something terrible. My heart hammered as I turned the corner …and froze. My eyes opened. My heart stopped. There, in the center of the hall Someone lay on the ground. Bleeding. Still. Horror carved across their faces. And standing over the body Kael. But I didn’t know which one. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes glowed. And he whispered, voice raw and broken: “Rory… don’t come closer.” Which Kael stands before her lover or monster?

I hiked for miles before returning, confident that the logistics of the return would be impossible. She was on the sofa. By the fifth time, the grief had evaporated, replaced by a cold, numbing resignation. I stopped caring about why. I stopped looking for logical explanations—for ghosts, for doppelgängers, for some elaborate gaslighting scheme. The "why" didn't matter. The only reality that existed was the cycle: the living room, the shovel, the woods, and the return. Now, standing here, looking at the seventh iteration of her, the horror is no longer about her return. It is about the realization that has been gnawing at the back of my mind since the fourth burial.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Blood bloomed across his torn clothing. Connor dropped to his knees before Harold. Seeing their Alpha in trouble, his warriors drew their swords, ready to fight Harold and his warriors. But Harold did not press the attack. I understood why—this was still Connor's territory. "Give me Clara's corpse," Harold said coldly. Connor's eyes widened. "No, that's impossible! Clara was Blackclaw Pack's Luna! She must be buried here!"

I remember looking at him walk around on campus. Just staring at him, more like watching him. Like a movie. Wondering how possible it is for gods to walk among mere mortals. He was perfect, tall, and not too dark and oh my, he was just too gorgeous, sexy if I may put it and he had this walk of his that caught every girl’s eye. Okay, he’s not the kind of a guy that I can compare to the likes of John Cena or the handsome Itumeleng Khune, because he had his own unique perfection. Believe me; he looked like he had just walked straight out of a movie scene, a scene where a vigilante rescues the king’s daughter from being devoured by a monster.

“WORRY, THIS IS DISAPPOINTING MASTER. WE ARE NOT RELATED TO THIS CORY NAME. HE DOESN’T BELIEVE HIM TALKED." Sean yelled out in fear until the soldiers kicked him to the ground. Scared Sean looked up to see Hanas cold face looking at him. Sean had never met the Manor, so seeing this, he couldn't help but tremble a little. "You're under the name Cory, aren't you?" “Yes… yes, a slave.” Cory was scared and said, looking around at the soldiers carrying knives, he honestly declared. Sean knelt next to hear that and shouted angrily. "YOU LILY, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, LADIES."

That was when the system finally responded, "Player 18, do you confirm to exit the game? Your body outside the game world is dead. Exiting before the atonement is completed will result in immediate death." Some classmates tried to warn him not to act rashly, but he'd reached his limit and roared at the system, "I'm sure!" The next second, his body split cleanly in half. An eyeball hit the floor and rolled away. He slowly reached out toward the nearest classmate, but his body was shredded into pieces before he could even make a sound, and chunks of his limbs were flung away. The classmate standing closest to him was splattered with blood. After standing frozen for several minutes, they seemed