New Visual Novels & Stories

I could only coldly look at him and shrugged his hands from my arms and walk towards the yellow people. "Bold, are you? "Their leader walked forward and stared right into my eyes. I don’t know what we were doing but I only go with flow and never took my eyes from her. I don't know if it's just me, but the longer I stare at her eyes, I can see it glow yellow. Moments later, her eyebrows suddenly rose. In surprise, maybe? Because as she step backwards, she acted like she couldn’t believe what she was saying either. “They’re humans. I can see no assigned colors in their eyes. “

Only then did Vlad reveal a satisfied smile and join the fight. Vanora found his little trick meaninglessly sick and cruel. If they had went all out from the get go, they would have won the battle without losing as many lives on their side. However, she closed one eye to it. She held no compassion for the beings on either side of the war. Things had also been progressing quite smoothly for her, so she did not feel the same urgency to get stronger. The idea to use visualisation as a tool to manage her emotions came to Vanora one day. Once she had the idea, she put it to practice. She pictured an ocean full of fishes. The ocean reflected her emotions. The fishes in it were her thoughts. Whenev

Yellow was the freedom he felt in the sun, at the joy of being with his sister, yellow was happiness. He imagined these, forming the picture of what he thought a forest looked like in his minds eye. "Do you see it? A forest of your own making?" Elder Nora asked and Oli nodded. "Good, that is all for today." Elder Nora said and Oli opened his eyes letting the picture of the forest fade. "But we haven't even tried shifting." Oli said, astonished by the elder fox. "It will come in due time young one. Patience is a virtue, for now keep picturing a forest, maybe try to add different colors to the scene. Shift your view of life." Elder Nora said and walked off without another word, leaving Oli wor

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Jasper had no interest in the chatter around him, not until the elevator doors opened. The figure who stepped out was one he knew by heart, but everything else about it had changed. He froze where he stood and could not move. The woman in front of him was not the disheveled, worn-down version he remembered. I was radiant. During our three years of marriage, I had never looked the way I did now. I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride.

The common room, which had been mid-breakfast and mid-conversation, went quiet immediately, everyone knowing that when Pat pauses like that, It means something is coming. "Playbook is welcoming two new additions to the house. Wildcards. They arrive within the week and I won't be telling you who they are, what they look like or where they're coming from." She paused again, longer this time. "What I will tell you is that starting from their arrival, you will no longer be scored as individuals. You'll be scored as rooms. Chemistry, coordination, audience engagement—all of it pooled." Her voice brightened. "Good luck, loves. Timer's on the board."

She had seen something far greater. A vision. That was the bedrock, what they needed. She might have thought that that video was at first the bedrock, maybe put in somewhere she was the viral girl but that was a lie. They had to build what they wanted from scratch. With a vision. And maybe that was all that mattered. And when she had finished writing it at the end of the day, she smiled.

Then, the entire office erupted in laughter that had been bottled up for far too long. Victor's humiliation was total. He pointed at me, then at the camera. His lips trembled, but no sound came out. I looked at him without expression and blinked a few times, my eyes slightly dry. "Beep! Employee Nathan Gray detected. High-frequency blinking activates ocular muscles and relieves visual fatigue. Classified as rest. Reward: 50." The laughter grew even louder. Claire, sitting beside me, covered her mouth. Her shoulders shook, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. This show had only just begun.

"Franklin, look at the visual array on the grand mirror monitor!" Tahlia shouted, his chest heaving with pride as his hand-crafted image was broadcast across the entire colosseum. "This tactical visualization is unprecedented," an elder from the Vinqlo border clans declared from the upper gallery. "If this specific blend were offered at a frontline garrison outpost, surely it could command twenty pure silver shards from any captain!" "This isn't mere fluid work, it is active pack art!" a northern commander added.

His eyes went wide with pure shock as he stared at the foot of his bed. There, standing tall and glowing with an unearthly, translucent blue tint, was my exact image. To make it even better, the tech crew had added realistic visual effects—faint, glowing cracks along my skin and trails of dark, digital blood dripping down my chest, making me look like a terrifying, vengeful specter risen straight from the grave.