Marlo Aot Novels & Stories

"Matching player names? Marlo, Mila, Lila. How cute, I'll remember that. Shall I match the way you die with them, too? Would you like that, Marlo?" Marlo choked out a scream that scratched at his throat, his sword slipping out of his grip thanks to his clammy hands riddled with sweat. "Let me go!" he tried to run, but could only get so far not being able to see anything. Erin's vision was arguably as clear as day; so clear, that the painfully obvious boulder goes undetected by player Marlo. All Erin had to do was wait for him to run into it, only priority being the attempt of holding in his laughter. True to Marlo's desires, he ran straight into the boulder, the awfully loud sound of a click

Marcello looked at James and immediately reprimanded him, “Do you know what you’re doing, James? Do you know who you’re challenging?” “I know what I’m doing, but I’m admittedly clueless about his identity,” James replied. Marcello said, “He’s the prodigy of the Athurans. Have you heard of them? They’re the most terrifying race in the Athura Realm. The Athura Realm belongs to one of the Seven Realms. His father is Lamont Andalus, a Grand Emperor. Marcello took a deep breath and said, “It’s not that I’m underestimating you, but the difference in strength between the two of you is vast.”

Joe had not the slightest clue about the woman he had entangled himself with; if he did, he would run the other way. Imela snapped out of her thoughts when she heard another footstep drawing close, and her head turned around to find out who was coming. A few more steps and, Marlo entered the room, wearing a grey three-piece suit. He looked rather dashing and presentable—a better image than she had ever seen. Imela had forgotten about seeing him at Marcel's birthday party weeks ago because of the horror that happened right after. Marlo came to the States, and he was in on the entire plan from the very beginning.