Ender's Game Series Novels & Stories

But to think that the two swords of the generals are slain like that, just who the hell are those guys that did that? “Clad, that guy who is the last descendant of the Higgens. Clad Volmar. Connor’s grandson, I knew that one day he would be back to get his revenge, which is why I told you to take his life as soon as possible. This is the result of you neglecting your job! Are you aware of the sin you have committed? ” Slamming the table, Allan was mad. He is so mad that his head is a shade of red. But the two generals remain calm as he turns his anger toward them.

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

He asked. "Wait, you don't know?!" Zerina wailed. Lysander's mouth fell open. How would he know? This was his fucking first time of doing this. "Look," she started. "LEGEND OF ZELDA is an iconic action-adventure game series created by Nintendo, I guess. Yes, it was Nintendo. Okay, the game follows Link. He's a brave hero on a mission to save the kingdom of Hyrule— I don't know if I'm pronouncing it right. Hyrule is often attacked by evil forces, often led by Ganon."

Emma didn’t fully understand the inner workings of Nyxeria, but she knew one thing for sure—this was no place for someone like her. “But… what should I do? I—” Before she could finish, a tall, menacing-looking bodyguard walked up and barked, “Why are you two still standing here chatting? Get back to work! I just got word that the Boss is coming tonight.” “Tch… ugly scar-faced bastard can’t shut up. Let’s go, Emma.” Hina tossed her half-smoked cigarette to the ground. She only dared to mutter the insult under her breath, never to his face.

“Alpha Draven requests your presence in the Great Hall.” James nodded, masking his inner turmoil with a cold expression. “I’ll be there.” The hall was alive with whispered chatter when James arrived. Draven lounged on his throne like a panther watching prey. Varek stood rigid beside him, his jaw tight, his hands folded neatly behind his back. “Garrick,” Draven said smoothly, a grin curling on his lips. “Our new commander.” James bowed slightly. “I heard what happened today. That girl, the defiant one. What’s her name again?”

Bl**dy Russians! Adriano (Point of View) "Why the f*ck are you just standing there?? For f*cks sake GET HER!!" I roared at my men making them flinch. By this point I swear all I could see was red. There was no way I was letting her get away that easy. Not again. I grab my phone to check the tracker I had just placed on her when I held her hand, but before I can activate my finger print bullets start to fly at me.

not! AJ and the other fans all erupt in giggles when the three of them get up from the floor. It's then that I see that they're all laughing with them and not at them. Jam, Oog, and Gland are laughing hysterically despite no one loving them enough to catch them. I frown in frustration. Why can't they ever lose?! I'd kill to see them lose, just once! I guess it really is all about perspective.

Not until the evening, when I closed up shop and started walking back home to get ready to go to the bar for my shift. I took the long way through the marketplace. It was busy, louder than usual, and I figured there must be a festival or something. Turns out, I was wrong. People weren’t celebrating. They were gathered around a platform, where three royal officials stood dressed in silver and blue—the colors of the palace. One of them was reading from a scroll, his voice loud and slow, so even the old ones in the back could hear. “The first Mate Games in over a century…” he said, and suddenly the air felt strange.