Genie Novels & Stories

Not everyone in this room trusted him. “I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.”

HE finds her name, and with a sinister smile, says. “There it is.” Patiently waiting, HE started to read first the name that echoes. “Gennivier Pierre.” The trump card among HIS creation of the four directions. The little spice created that perfect doll that only had the darkness and purity that comes with sins and curses. “Before I forgot. May I remind you that just like Pauleen’s written character, Gen’s character is written to the side where it is convenient to the dark, rather than being my spy and double edge sword? Just like you my dear Pauleen, her real character will be a secret for now.”

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare. I watched Gunnar's face morph from his usual brooding self to a deep frown as I said, "It's nice to finally meet you, too. You look like the normal brother from the three," I wasn't meant to say the last part aloud but now that it was out there... Ace scoffed, nearly choking on fresh air, "From the three of us, he's the most lethal. He could hack into the Pentagon if he wanted to." "But he doesn't want to, right?" I found myself asking even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that.

It can break one's bones into numerous piece with a blow of it's pawl. I have obeyed him obediently. What else I could do? He is the master and I am the puppet in this game. He will pull my string according to his will and my only purpose is to abide as he says to appease him. I have no other purpose at least not anymore. In other words, he is the god and I'm just a minion. My hand fell direct giving each of my thighs a light slap. Even though every nerves and cell were pressuring me to cover myself up I didn't. I couldn't.

No problem. "One more thing. This is the most important part. Keep me updated on your physical condition. I've decided to establish a team to develop the GeneX Pill." Ewan tossed a small communicator to Gideon. "This is my clan's communication device. It's the most advanced communicator in the world. It can contact me from almost anywhere."

It was empty, the glass casing etched with a serial number from the original Sentinel Initiative. "I found this where the... where the light happened," Jun said. He tapped a small display on the side of the device. "It’s a Genetic-Frequency-Broadcaster. It was used to send a Null-Signal into the monolith. But look at the logs. It required a 'Primary DNA Donor' to activate."

“This? A trinket, Catalina. It doesn’t match my V-9s.” I laughed back, sharp and confident. “Oh, caro, you haven’t heard the specs. That’s not just a comms device. It’s a ghost frequency generator, interferes with enemy lines, eavesdrops on their chatter without detection. You can cut their signal mid-call, make them think they’re talking to their own, and feed them whatever lies you want.” Henri’s smirk faded, his fingers tightening on the earpiece. “You’re saying… you can hijack their communications? Feed false intel?”

His eyes continued to stare blankly into the distance as if his soul had been ripped away from his body and spirit. “Even their greatest warrior has decided to play hide and seek?” Chimba snapped out of his blank gaze, “That one is mysterious, my Lord. Jide. A very mysterious warrior. Our spies say that he had destroyed an entire army with a single glance. A powerful warrior, but one who loves to keep his identity hidden” “Powerful warrior, you say?” Bozo glared, daring the man to repeat his statement. “Powerful my lord, but not invincible and formidable like the great Bozo of the earth and universe.”

He announced and closed the door behind us. "Someone over?" A young girl asked quietly as she walked into the hallway. "I heard the garage-" She paused when she saw me and looked at Jamie in mild surprise. "Who?" Jamie cleared his throat. "Marcy, this is my friend, Higan. Hig, she's my young sister." I waved at her and she waved back. "Where's Mom?" She shook her head, her eyes still on me and I nervously averted my gaze. Why did this little girl seem scarier than meeting his mom?