Grimrock Level 3 Novels & Stories

“Malik!” I lunged forward, grabbing onto him. The heat radiating off him was scorching, his eyes wild and bloodshot, but the moment my hand touched him, a flicker of recognition crossed his gaze. I pulled him with everything I had, dragging his massive weight toward the narrow opening behind the unstable pile of rubble. The moment his large paws cleared the threshold, I threw my body against the loose, crumbling base stones holding the mountain of rocks in place. I kicked the anchor stone with all my might, using a heavy branch to pry it loose.

A part of me wants to curl up against a tree and cry my eyes out for the rest of the night. But I drag my feet on, refusing to show weakness. Back in the clearing, Ryker drags the last of the dead rogues into a makeshift grave that couldn't have been more than three feet deep. The men start covering them with sand. I didn't think that they would even bother burying them. Ragnar never struck me as that kind. "We're done for the night. Back to the castle," Ragnar tells the men, grabbing his scythe from the bark of a tree.

7 caliber S&W with three bullets in its chamber, with just a little shake the ice on the items fell off. David leveled his Appraisal 2 times, but it still wasn't enough to use it on the stones, but he had patience. Mind blade leveled to 4, and at that point, it was easy to kill the low-level ghost that he encountered alone. While he was stretching in front of a house, he called his status. [Name: Haakon Völundrsson (???)] [Level: 3 (76 XP left to lv4)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)]

Jaidyn groans. His hands are everywhere on my body setting it on fire. I let out a small scream when he started rubbing my clit. “Jaidyn please…” I gasp out. I am not even sure what I am asking. His finger slips down through my wet folds. I cry out when he slips his finger into me. He is thrusting his finger into me and with each thrust, he is hitting my g-spot. He is trailing kisses down my body.

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the window and hit Lucas' stunning face. "Zombie Treasure Chest x10." Lucas clicked on it to open the Zombie Treasure Chest: "Obtained 1000 Genetic Points, 1000 Strength Points, 1000 Speed Points, and 1000 Defense Points." "Obtained Stone Grinding Wheel x1." Lucas fused all the attributes he had obtained into himself and looked up the description of the Stone Grinding Wheel. Stone Grinding Wheel: Grants the ability to strengthen equipment. Allows equipment to be upgraded by a rank to a maximum of Grade S.

STR 4 AGI 4 DEX 4 MEN 5 CHA 5 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL PREDICTION - USER CAN PREDICT THE ENEMY MOVE, SPECIAL ITEM SHOULD BE USE (EYE GLASSES) CAN ACTIVATE FOR X AMOUNT OF TIME --------- ART VINCENT BALAYO ACID BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 5 AGI 5 DEX 5 MEN 3 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CHANGE TO ACID - USER CAN CHANGE PROPERTY OF ANY WATER TO ACID/ LEVEL OF ACIDITY VARIES TO X AMOUNT ---------- RAYMART SONGCUYA POLLUTION BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 4 AGI 4 DEX 4 MEN 2 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL SMOKE SIGNAL - USER CAN SUMMON SMALL SMOKE SIGNAL ABOVE --------- because of this sudden discovery the hope in our heart becomes more stronger

Zeek, not having it, growls so hard it's vibrating my chest. 'You must do something, Nick.' 'I'm about to; promise me you'll make it hurt when it's just you and him.' 'You have my word, make it quick.' Job one: get Steve away from Harley. Creeping back out the same way I got in, I move toward the bay. My shirt serves as a pocket, and I load it up with serpentine rocks from the shore. After getting my footing in a good position, I hurl the rocks up over the shabby tin roof. Their hammering disrupts the still of the morning with a loud, echoing sound.

a dirty smile appeared on his lips as he edged closer to the bed, “In my own way…” Ryker grabbed the rogue by the throat, slamming him against the wall so hard the stone cracked. “You laid a hand on something I desire?” he hissed. With a cruel smile, he twisted his claws deep into the rogue’s gut, then up. His scream was choked. Ryker whispered, “Rot in hell,” and let him drop unceremoniously to the floor.

“It’s you or me.” I climbed the stairs, locking the basement door behind me. The mill creaked around me, a hollow shell holding my sins. I stepped outside, the cold biting my skin, and lit a cigarette. The smoke curled into the dark, my hands steady now. Rourke, Silas, Lucien—they were the key. I’d tried with others, failed with others. But these three? They fit. The shaman’s words rang true.

Suddenly I was on fire, but I know it is coming from Zira. The ground shook as I brought out big rocks, hitting the rogues with it. I blow them off with strong winds, turning them into a pile. A lot of them try to escape the wind but I strengthened it than I can carry a big rock from the earth. It was enormous, and I was still holding down the rogues. I growled, carrying the rock telepathically, then I smashed the rogues with it. The force of the rock smashing them sends everybody flying. Including me.