Hazelight Games Novels & Stories

Meghan laughed and sent her a gleaming look of amusement from below her artfully darkened copper lashes. “Oh, darling, you’re being so boring… I know everything... I know this is all a masquerade orchestrated by Chris. How much is he paying you, little girl? If you’re good and walk out of here without making too much noise, I’ll double it! I’ll even help you get on the next plane to London.” “Like I just said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lara replied, this time in a more determined tone, looking the red-head straight in her green eyes.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

They both parted ways and Hazel returned to her chambers. ... Hazel was awoken by the knock on the door of her room. She sat up in bed and peered out the window, from her position on the bed. It was dark outside and the moon was at it's fullest tonight. It's rays reflected through the window and bathed her room with it's silvery glow. The candles burned low in the golden candleholders in her room.

“Something that hurts Reaper. Routes. Safehouses. Weak points in their security. Prove you’re choosing me.” Hazel didn’t look up right away. She finished writing a note, then set the pen down. Her face stayed calm, almost bored. Inside, her mind turned fast and cold. *Feed him scraps. Make them look valuable. Point him at places we already abandoned or reinforced. Buy time. Learn more.*

It was very typical for Natalie to always add something that had not gone by her standards, for the simple reason that no one’s event could beat the ones that she planned herself. “The hospital was content with the amount of funds that was raised, and they have already committed to my company for next year’s event.”, Natalie added as a side comment, but Enora knew better. The ‘my company’ was added as a reminder for her. “Anyway, this gives me the confidence that you will be up for the task with this new assignment. We’ve been approached by a client from the Moonlit community.”, Natalie said with an expression filled with fake enthusiasm. Enora laughed to herself. The Moonlit community was o

he left the room. I walked further into the room and watched as Hazle ran around the room, packing the rest of her stuff. “I bet you’re eager to get home,” I said, sitting in one of the empty seats. “Very much so,” she said, glancing at me. “Especially considering Jazzy has conjured darkness. I fear not even my shield will be able to protect them from what she has planned.” “What does she have planned?” I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. “I wish I knew, but it can’t be good if she needs to use Zagreus to accomplish it.” I was silent, unsure of what to say to that. I stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously. “Do you think it has to do with me?” I finally asked the que

“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.” “Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.” Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.” The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.” “You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.

We always do. He leads us around the palace, down a cobbled path I’ve never seen before, and into his private garden. My stomach knots before we even step inside. And then I see it. Rows and rows of Bloodlight Flowers. All blooming. All perfect. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. My fingers twitch. My legs threaten to give out. The flower was never rare. Never special. It was all a game. He sent us into that cursed forest. Watched us bleed. Watched some of us die. For what?

It was fucking crazy. I looked over to my desk, staring at the open laptop. Zaire's gorgeous face stared back at me. It was the photo from last season's championship game, the one where he was drenched in rain, his helmet in his hand, and his brown skin looking absolutely mesmerizing under the drizzling rain. And that fucking smile? My God, what I would do for him to smile at me like that. "You are daydreaming again. God, Zaire Gibson, what have you done to my little brother!" Maggie laughed, throwing her head back.

Hazel, on the other hand, sat back with enough smirk on her face, a victorious one at that For someone who claimed she didn’t want to play my games, she’d just won this round without breaking a sweat. In as much as I couldn't want to admit it, it was ridiculously intense. "It's my turn," I whispered