Lost Stars Game Novels & Stories

New morning, new beginnings. The Cipher and the other existing factions decided to start up the upcoming game meeting to explain the rules of the game. The room was filled with alcoholic drinks and some music that indicated a little party that was about to happen when the meeting ended. All wore their most beautiful dresses and tux because it was a formal occasion after all. The whole facility was guarded by the Philippine Military itself and the place was off limits to the people who don't live in the country. All representatives came except the Utopians though they did an online call just to hear the rules.

The network stabilized. Three hundred twenty players held firm, sharing memories, strategies, hope. The game's attacks grew weaker, more desperate, as if it sensed it was losing control. But Lyra knew it was only a matter of time before it found another weakness. The game had millennia of experience, billions of archived memories, endless patience. It could wait years, decades, centuries for them to slip.

“This pack is under my command now. You’ll all relocate to Midnight Moon. You’ll be trained for the war that’s coming.” She sobs. “Please. Can I bury my mate?” “Mate?” I laugh coldly. “He wasn’t a mate. He was a murderer, a traitor, and a coward. He’ll rot where he fell.” I nod to Damon. “Get her out. Have her sign the transfer. I want the bus here in thirty.” “And the corpse?” Damon asks dryly. “Leave it. Burn this place to the ground.” I release Lily. She crumples, crying harder, clutching her twisted wrist.

My fingers were flying across the mechanical keyboard, the rapid-fire clicking the only sound cutting through the damp room. I was entirely on my own now. Zero was gone. Leaving him at the canal bank had been the hardest thing I’d done since escaping Malakai, but I couldn’t afford a partner whose loyalty was bought by the Vance syndicate—even if he claimed he had changed his mind because he loved me. In our world, love was just a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Access Denied. Security Protocol 9-Alpha Triggered. "Damn it, Kai," I whispered, slamming my palm against the desk.

"They are." Auren leaned forward, trying to whisper but still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "I think they missed each other." Alaric's jaw tightened just a little. "They did." "For a really long time," Auren added seriously. "...Yes," Alaric said, his voice heavy with the weight of those lost years. "That's sad," the boy whispered. Alaric looked up at the stars for a long moment. "It is." Auren rested his chin gently on his grandfather's head. "But they're finding each other again now."

I picked it up, hid it in my dress and left the room. If I am correct, it was the rule of the Lycans that the guests would all sleep in the second palace. He isn’t the groom so according to tradition, Ares will sleep next to the room prepared for the bride and groom. I strolled calmly through the hallway, drawing no attention to myself. No one queried me as to where I was going surprisingly but I still made sure no one saw me enter the second palace. I glided through the garden until I was standing before his room, clenching the hairpin in my hand. I pushed the door open and I slipped in, tiptoeing up to his bed. He had the sheets over his head. I clenched my teeth and raised the hairpin abo