Everskies Games Novels & Stories

"Oh my god, Avenger's giving his all! This isn't a game to him—it's pure catharsis. His attention is locked on nothing but the towers and the opponents' Nexus! He came here to demolish everything today!" The second and third games flew by faster than anyone could have imagined. I could feel that my opponents were having a nervous breakdown. They couldn't understand. How could someone who'd just been through a family crisis like that not be shaken? If anything, I was playing even more brutally than usual, like an emotionless killing machine. When their Nexus exploded in front of my eyes, the massive gold "Victory" flashed across the screen. The arena erupted into a deafening roar of cheers. C

you decided heavily armed and armoured. The comm channel was flooded with shouting. "What the hell?" "They're coming out of the woodwork!" "I've never seen anything like it!" "On your six!" "Shoot them! Shoot them!" "I can't target them!" My breath caught in my throat, the realization hitting me like one of Draco's punches. Fisk spun on his heel, drinking in my panicked expression. "May I introduce you," he boasted, "to the mighty Erebus, an advanced stealth mech developed using data stolen from your Prowler's systems."

“Why are you all this slow and this dumb about that?” The smile dropped. Behind him, Kai’s expression shifted not amusement this time. Something sharper. “Slow and dumb,” Kai repeated. He tilted his head slightly, the way he did when he was deciding something. “Interesting. Why don’t we settle it then? On the ice.” His eyes moved to my group and back to me. “Whoever loses cleans the winner’s locker room. Skates included.” I didn’t want to say yes. Every practical part of my brain was already running the numbers. My players were tired, undertrained, nowhere near match ready. I knew what the scoreboard was going to look like.