Go Hex Yourself Novels & Stories

My fingers runs marathon over the keyboard as my eyes scan the whole code. The rough data base gives me an idea and using a small trick I try to look for a loop hole. It took me barely an hour to figure out the mistake. "Here you are...", I chime. The hexadecimal code had a small minor error which made him put in daze. While the rest of the data seem simple with few mistakes. It can be easily hacked and breached if he works as per this. I send a message to that person informing the same. "Okay, help me fix it. Make a new one!", he replies.

Echo assists, highlighting code blocks. We work for an hour. The tension in the room is palpable. Outside, the world is arguing about whether we are messiahs or demons. Inside, we are just coders trying to put the genie back in the bottle. "Patch ready," Alex announces. "Deployment in 3... 2... 1." He hits Enter. We watch the big screen. A progress bar loads. DEPLOYING PATCH 2.1... The bar hits 100%. PATCH INSTALLED.

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

The movement has pain scorching through me, emanating from my right upper thigh. Swearing, I drop onto the floor, out of my already soaked bed, clutching at the wound on my thigh to keep the blood from gushing while simultaneously drawing on it to send healing magic deep into the leg. What the hell happened? Did my paranoia get the best of me that I unintentionally stabbed myself while asleep? Stabbing myself is a new and rather unpleasant development. The Quad-hex… Killing me might be the endgame of the hex, and I fucking know the Liminal order monsters spelled that hex, and their plan is to get rid of us slowly, without directly having a hand in it.

what happened, he starting yelling, "IS NEFERTITI EVEN MINE? YOU WHORE!! HOW LONG NOW? Meanwhile he was putting the worst hex he could on his own daughter trying to break his wife. When her blood started boiling but she never combusted he knew she was his and broke the hex. He was going to kill her for something she had no control of. Your dad asked to leave the school early which he never he did. He was so angry he stomped the whole way to their house. He left cracks the perfect imprint of his feet everywhere he stomped. When he got there he flung the door open as if it never existed. He came face to face with her dad. Seeing his daughter cower behind your father Eric he decided he was goi

Whatever this land is, it matters enough to stop them. Whatever it is she’s talking about, it’s clear it’s my only way of escape. “Hex won’t be this far out at this time of day. Even if she gets there, we can still catch her as long as we don’t stray too far in. Start searching; she must be using something to hide her scent. She wasn't that fast.” Hex? A ghoz’aan? I don’t even know if I want to cross over by listening to them. What the hell is a ghoz’aan? Is Hex his name? Who calls their child Hex? What the fuck is a hex?

The black sand was forming into a tom shape and looked to be wanting to finish what Hades had started. "Fuck! Where's the off switch?" Hades dove for the chair, trying to find a way to use his hex power to turn it off. But it wasn't responding to him anymore. He began to bat at the sand construct, but his paws went through the sand without slowing it down. Even pulling on the hex chains, willing the energy to dissipate wasn't working.

I wanted to run away so badly, but, I wouldn't have anything or anyone to lean on. As I kept walking and thinking, I heard a car horning tinmy direction. Hello, my name is Kiel Francis, do you mind if I drop you off? The strange man inquired.... Good evening sir, my name is Kharis and yes, you can drop me off…

Hex fumbled around in his kitchen, pulling out whatever it was that he needed to mask our scent. His house was hot as hell, even in the autumn air, but he never seemed bothered by it. Lilly sat with her knees pressed tightly together, her palms clutching them with nerves. She jumped at any sound outside, her body language on high alert. Hex wobbled back into the living area, holding a bag of some crushed up powder. "This should do it for at least a couple of weeks. You smear it on your foreheads, and it'll take care of your scents." Hex stopped in front of Lilly. "He hasn't marked you, has he?"

she orders me, “Or let him go.” My feet are heavy and slow as I make my way down to the infirmary. I’m nervous and scared and dread what I have to say. I don’t want to break Parris' heart, but she’s right–If I can’t love him the way he needs to be loved, I’m hurting us both. “Don’t you dare give him up,” Hex insists. “He’s mine. I won’t let anyone else have him.” “He belongs to himself,” I argue. “And we need to set him free.”