Hyperdimension Vert Novels & Stories

POV RUBY The Maldives faded into a smudge of orange fire against the black horizon. Nevan didn’t look back at the burning villa. He flew the VTOL with a cold, mechanical precision that made my skin crawl. The neural bridge was a jagged mess; every time he banked the craft, I felt the phantom pull in his muscles, the surge of adrenaline that was currently acting as his only fuel.

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Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

But it still shakes my unstable heart, almost pushing me to defend Ethan. “Just had a long morning trying to prepare for visiting my mother.” Johan hesitated before nodding in agreement. “I’ve got water in case you are thirsty.” And so I was. “Thanks,” I muttered before grabbing the bottle of water to drink. Johan stretched his hands, tuning in to a music station. The first music to play was so familiar that I just couldn't remember where I had heard it from. But that aside, my vision was beginning to blur. Though I managed to notice Johan was taking the wrong.

She thought of the terrifying freedom of the Neo-Verde rain, and the hollow space inside her that not even the most complex code could fill. With a sharp, decisive movement, she tapped ACCEPT. The sigil exploded into a constellation of light that rushed towards her. There was no pain, only a sensation of immense, gentle suction. The neon glow of Neo-Verde bled away into pure, white light. The last thing she heard was the androgynous voice. “Welcome to your first choice, Candidate. Initiate d******d. World Seed: Verdant Prime. Prepare for survival.” The ghost stepped willingly into the machine.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

“When I asked what you guys do for fun around here, this is not at all what I expected.” “But it’s like ten times better right?” Veronica says standing in front of the mirror and analyzing her raven colored outfit. She had come to my room to get ready since both our rooms were right beside each other. “So what’s the plan exactly?” I slip on my black fitted long-sleeved gown which reaches mid-thigh. “Well, as you know there are seven floors. We’re on the third, and Rhea’s on the second. The guys are also on the second.” She chooses to make her hair a little wavy at the ends while I straighten mine.

I strip off the t-shirt and make my way into the water, goosebumps erupt on my skin from how cold the water is. “Alright Siren, time to come out.” I mutter. I can feel my Siren’s excitement as she pushes herself forward, my teeth sharpening to points, my eyes bleeding black, and my legs turning into a tail with beautiful iridescent blue scales. Time to sing bitch. Covey says with a cackle. And so, I sang, I started with one of my favorite songs Far Side of the World by the band Tide Lines from the Human Realm. The water starts to swirl around me as I sing, since there isn’t a command in my song, the water doesn’t go anywhere.

Hévéa stated with a tone of compassion. He sighed, "thank god." "I pity you man, you need to hide your true self." I said while patting his shoulder in compassion. "Shut up." He said in his original accent, British accent. "You shut up." Hévéa snapped back, with a flip of her behind. "I mean, you can help me do that." Thomas said with a smirk, he sent a wink toward her. She choked in disgust, I laughed and slapped both of their heads.

Who the fuck is this dude with a thick British accent? I lifted my gaze once more and my eyes met with his cold and icy blue-green eyes. It was so intimidating that I almost pee in my pants. I began to shake vigorously like a fish out of water when he began to walk towards me. Oh my God! I will die if he comes anymore closer. He was too dangerous for my liking. My heart beats uncontrollably against my chest and I begin to hyperventilate. My breathing quickened so fast that I couldn't breathe anymore. I could see my chest rising up and down vigorously.