Infinite Stratos Novels & Stories

Simple, yet effective. Given there are no classes today, I assume the training grounds will be empty. Everyone either sleeping off a hangover, or sleeping in a bed that doesn't belong to them. It's not a secret that students at Aetherion Academy love to party and crawl into others beds. It's an easy way to blow off steam.

Tourists walking through Times Square above would occasionally pause, tilt their heads, and smile for no reason they could articulate. Jack sat in the rebuilt command center of Sterling Tower, surrounded by holographic displays showing the state of the world. The reality glitches had stopped. The Absence's decompression was stable at twenty-six percent, and the First Dreamer's consciousness was resting peacefully, its ninety-nine point nine percent awareness coiled in comfortable dormancy. For the first time in weeks, there was nothing actively trying to destroy, consume, or rewrite reality. Jack did not trust it. "Boss," Aaliyah said from her terminal, where she had been running deep scans

Ezra said flatly, not surprised. "For some of you that haven't used a walkie talkie before, here how it works. If you wanna send a message, that is, if you wanna communicate with each other, you press the push to talk button on the front view, when you're done talking, you let go of the button and the other party would do same to reply." Callum directed. Ezra got out of his seat with his phone in his hand and handed it to Mr. Daniels. Alec followed suit, so did Claire and Hayley.

The name wasn't familiar to me. "I am sorry Luna but I really don't remember you," I responded. My words seemed to bring sadness to Luna's face. "It's okay. I will just reintroduce myself," she said, her tone gentle. "Hi, I am Hamaliel, you can call me Liel. I'm 18 years old and I like to read and watch sceneries," she continued. "Ahm... I am Infinite. I'm 16 years old, born in Kappa but raised in another city. And now I am finally living here," I replied.

He was preoccupied with the thought of how much time had passed and was wondering if Natsumi was okay. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: the final matches of the new world tournament have a hundred percent hospitalization rate. No one has fought in the finals and not ended up in a hospital.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

adds Laryn. We're flying low trying to avoid military's radar. We're sure random human phone calls are alerting the government to our presence but they will be scrambling to figure out if it's a hoax. Calls of three large dragons; one red, one blue, and one silver will give us some time. "We need to head back," shouts Tahr, "I have no mental connection with Pepper." I try to contact Acasia too and feel the lack of connection. We turn back. Somehow I know we're too late. Ten minutes out, that's all, and it's too long to change fate.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

“Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?” Red shook her head. “I don’t really know much. Whenever they’re there for the meeting, they make all the strippers and bottle girls wear these customized headphones they bring along themselves. As a stripper, you strip to whatever song you can hear through the headphones. As a bottle girl, you have loud music playing. Whenever they want a bottle, your music stops, you get the orders, and then your music automatically comes back on. I don’t know why they do it, but there’s no way you can hear or see anything even if you’re right in front of them stripping. They’re so organized and don’t make too much noise.”

Then I picked up my phone and contacted the Beta who had been trying to recruit me to the North. After that, a notification popped up that Ella had tagged me. In the video, a large hand slowly rubbed her lower abdomen. Her voice played in the background, soft and sweet. “Alpha Leon, your hands are so warm…” The caption read: [Alpha feels bad that I’m in pain during my heat, says he’ll help take it all away! Being cared for like this feels amazing.] I double-tapped to like it, headed to my profile, and removed the background photo of Leon and me.