Counterattack Novels & Stories

“Your restraint enabled this.” “Yes,” I agree. “And my interference would’ve accelerated it.” “Correct,” it says. “Outcome remains volatile.” I fold my arms. “So what’s your assessment?” A pause. Longer than before. “You are becoming a counterweight,” it says. “Not a center.” The silver warms faintly. “That was always the goal,” I replied. “Counterweights strain systems,” it warns. “They are resisted.” “I know,” I say softly. “That’s the point.”

I don't like this prank. I clear my throat to loosen the tightness. I try again, raising my voice, desperate to break whatever spell he’s under. I whisper loudly into the crowd of lined-up people, my voice carrying over the quiet murmurs: "Jason! Hey! I'm here!" But Jason is turning completely away from me now. He isn't playing. He faces the far side of the crowd where Irene stands. A slow, triumphant smile spreads on Irene's face. Jason opens his arms wide, grins and announces, "There you are . . ."

Delilah make sure they're were a little bit far from the helper before sticking her feet backward and kicking Theodore who only cough up a weak whine. "I'm getting a vibe that you're mad at me." Theodore speaks, Delilah side eyes him. "Oh, how could you have ever guessed." Delilah mocks but turns her head avoiding eye contact as she looks straight ahead. "You just insisted I follow you and abused me the moment we are a little bit far away from the Helper ahead of us, it's not like I did anything wrong to get abused." Theodore lamented.

He clenched his fists by his sides, a fleeting look of frustration crossing his face before he managed to mask it. "Fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I watched the exchange, a glimmer of hope rising within me. At least someone was willing to stand up for me. Maybe now, I would not have to worry as much.

Oo, masakit. Napaluwa ako ng laway, pinunasan ko agad ito at tumayo mula sa pagkakabagsak. So his ability is speed. What can I do? How do I counter this ability? Tell me, please, my dear ability. ‘TELL ME WHAT CAN I DO!?’ ‘Say lmmobilize.’ I heard a voice through my head. Was that-? ‘Say it.’ I swallowed the lump in my throat, “I-Immobilize.”

What a covert narcissist. Suddenly, his smirk dropped and a stoic expression appeared on his face. Before I knew, he was grabbing my cheeks and squashing them. Even though he looked calm. His action itself was tinted with animosity. "Push me again, I can promise it won't end well for you," Instead of cowering like I always do, I did something unusual. I snatched my hand from his hold. "Don't touch me," My teeth bare in anger.

I stopped and looked at him, scissors in hand. "I'm just cleaning up garbage, Mr. Larsen. Can't you tell?" The scissors reflected some of the light, causing him to blink. He stepped back without thinking, then grew even angrier. "Put those scissors down! "You think that wrecking this stuff will make me notice you? Nina, you're playing games, and you're not good at them!" I tossed the scissors away. They hit the floor with a loud "clang" right by his foot. Ethan was used to weapons, so he did not flinch, but my act of throwing the scissors was akin to throwing down a challenge, and it made him look even angrier.

"Ah! Stupid me. I thought I was different, I thought I was special, so it was all a facade. You couldn't even stand up for me. You were there the whole time Alex! You heard what your mom said, and what did you do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. You stood there saying mom stop, she is my girlfriend. You could not even support me or stop your mom from her bullshit so what were you expecting? For me to stand and watch as your mother treat me with scorn in a public place? Ah! Bite me."

… [A skill is being applied to you] [Skill Discovered: Count] [Count(Unique): displays the target's number of kills on the same kind. [Would you like to counter?] I was eating calmly when a slew of notifications appeared, almost causing me to choke on my drink. Yes, indeed. It must be countered. [Skill cannot be countered, but the count may be changed, continue?] Strange, but good, keep going. I got the concept of the skill as soon as I viewed the description, which meant that someone was looking into me. [Do you want to show a certain amount?] For a brief while, I considered that posting a 0 would be too fake, therefore a 4 might suffice. That does sound natural for a student in a magical a

"I don't enter wars unprepared." Marcus grins, the expression transforming his usually serious face. "What do you suggest?" "We don't just defend against their attacks. We systematically exploit each of their individual vulnerabilities until their alliance collapses from internal pressure." I say. "That's extremely dangerous," the younger man warns. "If they realize you're leading our counteroffensive" "They'll come after me directly instead of trying to manipulate Brett through intermediaries." I finish his thought with deliberate calm. "Which is exactly what we want."