Hyperdimension Vert Novels & Stories

Derora pushed them away and focused on the essence of the veratus, in their numbers they arrived, Soon she had almost a whole legion of veratus, derora had just taken a great risk, she had attempted to cheat the abyss, with darathos absorbing its energy and she returning it back in her benefit, derora had wasted wasted none of her own energy. Centuries spent in the abyss had taught her the inner workings of the dimension, and just enough knowledge to twist its rules to her bidding, just enough not to cause irreversible damage

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.

V2" You wouldn't be dead if you just did your job! This is what Version are created to do! Keep the balance in the world!" -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

He didn't say anything, not that I'm surprised by it, he seems to say little this days. I flipped the file open and the first thing I saw, was a picture of the most scariest and hideous looking man I've ever seen in my entire life. I scrunched my nose in disgust when I caught the yellow stain on his teeth while he gave the camera a sickening smile. "Luca Montero. Age 44, about 5 feet tall. Has brown hair with little greys in them, green eyes, no wife no children and no girlfriend." Shane informed me while twirling his drink around in its glass.