Danganronpa Trigger Novels & Stories

Lyra didn’t answer immediately because again he wasn’t wrong. Ronan crouched near the chair, studying the markings carefully. “Interesting,” he murmured. Ronan straightened before turning serious again. “Once it activates, don’t engage emotionally,” he warned. “It will look for weakness first.” Then his gaze shifted toward Lyra and I believe it wants her attention. Kael stepped closer to the center of the room. “How do we trigger it? “Pain should work,” Ronan said. The silence after that felt heavier than before. The young wolf visibly stiffened.

Adrian zoomed into a section of the system. “This is not just data transfer.” Yvonne stepped closer. “What do you mean?” Adrian pointed at the code. “He’s planting something.” Marcus frowned. “A virus?” Adrian shook his head. “No.” Yvonne asked quietly. “Then what?” Adrian took a breath. “A trigger.” Marcus spoke slowly. “What kind of trigger?” Adrian answered. “One that activates later.” Yvonne felt cold again. “So even if we stop him now…” Adrian finished.

Thankfully, the boss monster wasn’t very smart. Akiko held her breath and ran from the stairwell to hide in the games room beneath the library. She waited for Tracer, who was still feeling the outline of the black eggs. At least his party safely delivered the black eggs to Zen. It was now a race against time to know how to trigger these eggs. Frustrated, Tracer smacked the egg with his full force and glared at it. “What is your trigger? Open sesame? Abracadabra?” The egg did not respond, and Tracer glowered.

be, could it be Bryan, because I agreed to marry him, may be he still likes Mariel his Ex. I am getting burnt what is the use of knowing ganged to kill me. " Ahhh" my whole body hurts *VOOM!!* The fire caught, I rushed to untie my hand quickly, I need to save my dad. " Dad!!! " " Dad!! " I found him laying helplessly, tears dropped from my eyes. " Melanie!" " Dad" "Melanie I pray the heavens accept our soul, I am sorry I didn't save you" " Dad we are not going to die here I will find a way out of here"

Ryder asked as he plopped down on the couch in front of me and tossed a soda can my way which I hurriedly caught before it hit poor Damon. “Gimme a minute. There is something wrong with the trigger booth. ,” I pointed out. “Really ?” Ryder frowned as he peered towards the sheet. “Yeah ! There should be a aa-aahhhh net to- aa-aaahhhhh mhmm to aa-aaaaaahhhhhh provide security to hmmm the user so tha-aahhhht the harmful rays mhmmm don’t firaaahhh back,” I moaned through the sentence. Fvcking Damon !!

Although he was angry and wants to tear her apart for her unaffected posture but at the same time was also curious to know everything about her. “I didn’t target you in any form. Last time I checked Rina is their daughter and you are not even blood related to the Brown family. So, I am thoughtful what could be your reason to jump in the battlefield and be a sacrifice.” He hissed out. “I’m also a part of the Brown’s family and targeting him means you are targeting me. And next time if you do that, I won’t stop with just ruining couple of your dollars through the laptop. I will burn you alive.” She glares head on.

Her lips parted, moving silently, forming a single word that only a mate could read. Please. A heavy silence dropped over the chamber, the roaring of the magic fading into nothing as the world narrowed down to the cold steel in my hand, the desperate look in Ronald's eyes, and the girl who needed me to end her torment. My finger settled against the trigger, the metal freezing cold against my skin, my breath catching in my throat as I took a deep, final bre ath. I pulled the trigger.

"He told me once. In the beginning. If the primary personality ever fully returned, there was a failsafe. A secondary trigger." "A trigger for what?" Dante didn't answer. He looked at the necklace, then at her. His eyes, which had been warm and clear for weeks, suddenly flickered. A flash of that old, vacant stare—the flat look of the Butcher—washed over his face before he blinked it away. "Dante?" He slammed his fist into the kitchen island, the wood splintering under the force. "He’s not dead. Or he’s got a ghost running his errands. Either way, this isn't a gift, Bianca. It's an activation."

Atlas gets trigger happy and shoots 2 more people that happened to puke on his shoes. I look at my guys with a knowing look signaling to get this over with quickly. All of them pull out their guns as I pull mine out. "Well I'm over this bullshit. Ready guys?" I say without taking my eyes off my targets. I smirk as I gently squeeze the triggers, hitting the two idiots right between the eyes. I hear multiple shots popping off around me. I aim and fire a second time into their limp dicks for the sick shit they've done. Their Soren donor is in tears as he watches the carnage happening around him.

We make a timeline of everything that happened. “What we’re really missing here is a starting point. The threats against Ryann can’t be the first interaction she had with the psychos. Something had to trigger them. You don’t just get up one day and decide to threaten a random woman or kidnap a child or go on a killing spree.” Darrien observes. “Well. Yeah. But we don’t know what that trigger is.” Megan points out.