Level Novels & Stories

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

"You’ve got some insight, little girl, but you're still a little off the mark," Adrian said playfully. Annoyed, Eloise replied, "What do you mean by that, old man?" "We need to start with the levels," Adrian began to explain, "Do you know how many levels there are?" "Even a three-year-old knows the answer to that. It's Body Trainer, Foundation, Golden Core, Level Eight, Integration, and then Void Abyss. Beyond that, who knows," Eloise rattled off, finding the question childish and almost laughable.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

It made her forget everything about the stress of being stranded that day, and she was ready to do whatever she needed to, to keep this going. The big man stood up, panting. Lacey opened her legs wide and looked down at herself. The cream-pie started to leak out of her hole. She quickly shut her legs, not wanting a single drop of the potent seed to escape. The biker took a deep breath of the fresh air. “Which way were you headed again?”

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Minus Waking up next to Cricket this morning was at the top of my list of life’s great moments. Unfortunately, the feeling was short lived as a sense of dread crept over me. We hadn’t exactly finished our conversation last night. Far from it. I still had one key detail to fill her in on, and I knew she wasn’t going to be happy about it.

I pressed it down and blurted out my full name without flinching. The botton made a ping sound as if it recorded what I just said. “Shemika Jones, you hereby represent your image, and you follow our rules. You're under my protection…and ownership…” Bishop was reading out the contents from the file, but he wasn't done, when I suddenly cut him off mid-sentence. “Ownership?” I blurted in shock. My breath caught in my throat and I begin to think this could be a bad idea. But thinking about the amount I've made just this night, then I think this could also be a good idea.

As she viewed her profile, she realised her icon had changed from plain grey to grey and black. On the website, there were seven levels, each represented by a different colour: Grey, Grey-and-black, White, White-and-black, Black, Red, and Gold. Grey was for beginners, and Grey-and-black for intermediate hackers. White for advanced hackers and White-and-black for expert hackers. Black for masters, Red for grandmasters, and Gold for grandmasters who had completed hundreds of millions worth of tasks. Each level came with its different perks and privileges, and Lily was determined to reach the top like in her previous life as Victor

========= DAY 29 "This holiday music is driving me nuts. I'm going to start hating Christmas," Carl grumbled as the static-filled stations kept circling back to Christmas tunes. He was sweating under the hood in a garage. "This car served me faithfully for more than five years. Now, after hitting a couple of freaks, the engine's shot." Adam, smeared with oil, handed him tools and occasionally fiddled with an old radio on the car seat. He wiped his face with a rag, glancing into the rearview mirror.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************