Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

He rubbed his chin and wore a dumbfounded expression. Stefan took an offensive tone. "Oh, apparently a gamer, who is actually not professional, never joined an e-sport team, either because he's not good, or because he never passed the selection, but strangely this person can be famous on YouTube and other gaming social media. And it's great that he's hiding his true identity!" Theo jumped and nearly dropped his mobile phone on the bed. His eyes clashed with Stefan's. Scanning Stefan's face, he glared suspiciously, focussing on the slight quirk at one corner of Stefan's lips. Theo tried to make sense of the situation.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

Tougher than her brothers, she tried to prove that she was the best out of the three of them. “Good job, honey. I cannot wait to hear it. And I cannot wait to see you play soccer, buddy,” Caleb said before he was taking out something from his bag. Marina groaned as she knew that he will spoil the kids again. “Here is your present for your achievement,” he said before the triplet was looking at the new PS4 game. “Yes, Call of Duty,” they said before they were running to their playroom which consisted of all of their stuff that Caleb spoiled them with.

Not golden like the creator. Not silver like the giant. Black. Endless. Hungry. The city screamed collectively. The eye stared directly downward. At Hope. The bond turned ice cold. The Hollow smiled. I felt it. Not with emotion. With absence. Like watching emptiness learn hunger. The alternate Silas stepped forward instantly. “No.” The Hollow’s voice echoed across dimensions. “FOUND YOU.” The marketplace shattered. Darkness exploded from the fractures overhead. The creator immediately raised barriers around the city. The giant unleashed silver light across the sky.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

"Weapons. Specifically, weapons designed to interface with the Source Code's foundational layer. Gauntlets. Compasses. Navigation tools. Each one customized for a specific consciousness profile." Jack's compass burned against his hip. The needle snapped to a bearing he recognized. "The Hollowsmith," he said. "The vendor's signature matches his dimensional resonance. He is operating under a new name. He is calling himself The Architect." The compass vibrated. Not with warning. With something closer to invitation. The Hollowsmith had disappeared from the Night Market, taken his tools and inventory, and set up shop in the one place in the cosmos that was just beginning to exist: the Infinite Ma

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of a massive Victorian manor. "Welcome to Hollow Creek Manor." A cold, mechanical voice boomed from the sky. "Welcome, players, to the S-class survival game: Hollow Creek Manor. The rules are as follows: Survive for 10 days. Keep your Anxiety Level below 100. If it reaches 100, your soul will be obliterated. At the end of the game, the lower your Anxiety Level, the greater your reward." I froze. A game? I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby.