Ender's Game Series Novels & Stories

“That fucker is a one-man army with no concept of the word consequence!” “Then I’ll teach him.” I stood up now, glaring at my defender. “YOU did nothing to him, and he rained fire on your operation. You did NOTHING!” “What will happen if you test him? Huh? Think about this! You are rational, Marcus. That bastard is not! He is NOT! Are you listening to me? He won’t let go of anything he sets his eyes on! He won’t stop until he gets what he wants or destroys it! That fucker plays only one game – winner takes all. There is nothing in between!”

What the hell? "Pardon me?" Mrs. Clara says, not sure she heard properly. Eren gives me a wink, signaling me to play the game as he puts back the bottle in the fridge. My heart begins beating fast. What is he intending to do? He stretches his arms above his head, swaggering to where we are sitting. With an amused air on his face, he places his hands on the table, resting the weight of his body on them. I feel an urge to gulp. He is seducing even when he is not trying to.

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

Even silent wars need a few kills to 'silence' spies. Byul nodded at himself. This are the key points however, the implications of this kind of games is that those who are only cannon fodders and side characters always unalive first. And he must be one of those. Based on his f***ing bad luck. This world is the typical ancient times however, he still haven't grasped the main problem. If it was based on war against nations, he might see the others in a different nations and they'd have to fight ah... He sincerely hopes that Yenn and Jiwoon would be on his side at least. He can't handle nine ah. Though they would only be able to declare peace against each other, he still have to see the other s

It took a lot of work, so make it count. -your Consultant My headset crackled, and I smiled. My anonymous friend had come through for me again. My headset was immediately filled with disorganized chatter. Insurgency pilots, preparing to drop. I now had access to their comms. "Locked and loaded," one was saying. "I'm set," a gruff male voice exclaimed. "I see multiple Erebus down there. Apollo, too." "Good. After Yamantau, I want revenge." "Is the wedge ready?" "Kitt's locked and loaded."

CHAPTER 3: A hell of a ride “Sul serio , Nero?” (Seriously) “I don't play games with my business,Marena.” Marena pouted. “I've been here since last night, and you have not given me your full attention,” she complained bitterly. She wanted to shut the damned device and drag him to bed, but she knew that he wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth