Ender's Game Books Novels & Stories

As Zach had said, when my father gave me the ten million, it wasn't because I had sweet-talked him. It was because of his twisted amusement—he enjoyed playing with people, watching them struggle in the mud. The more they fought, the happier he became.

I thought of a grade one discussion where pictures were presented for better understanding but this one was rather actual—too actual, if that's even a word. "Home of kerieko—enchanters like us which were users of magic. The ladies were called Vistra and gentlemen were called Yoshi."

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :)

Please feel free to check out my other books below. Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

The cut on my shoulder was just a silvery-pink line. The only thing that hadn't healed was the cold, hard knot of rage in my chest. That, I nurtured. I read until my eyes burned. The books were not a gift. They were a threat. Pack Law and Governance. The Great Wars. Blood Oaths. It was the rulebook for a game I was already losing. And Ares, the game master, had not returned. He was letting me stew. Letting me arm myself, just to make the game more interesting.

After roughly two minutes, they were lying tummy down on the rough hay that itched their skin, staring at the tattered book. “Have you opened it yet?” “Nah, not at all. I've been very curious and once tried taking a sneak peek but its best if we check it together.” Cwena gently placed her hand on the book. Low key, she wished the book will open and start spilling out spells she could use - spells for understanding all Chess styles of playing like the French and maybe, one formula that answered all math equations in the world! Gerey on the other hand expected the pages of the book to shine bright gold - almost blinding so that he could tear off a few pages for sale, but none of their wishes

The girl then brought her face closer, try reading the page of the book. Venus did not really understand, but the scene that was plastered was explaining the situation where Amerta's time finally approached its end. Because she did not want to dirty her hands with dust, Venus used the Air again to close the book. The cover explained that it was only a fiction novel that was inspired by the real circumstances of the downfall of Amerta. The downfall of Amerta. How exaggerated, Venus mind denounced. The girl took turns blowing dust on the two books that had been originally covered with Air Talent. One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone n

Will King William ever be brought down? This Is the End of book 1**

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.