Paranormal Games Novels & Stories

Slowly, my hands moved to the cursor and I tapped on the browser icon, cursing myself as I typed a name on the G****e search engine. Lucian Banks, potential heir of the Banks Legacy and CEO of Paragon Gaming. Paragon Gaming was formerly known as Enamor Gaming. The CEO of Enamor resigned and another smaller company acquired them and changed the name to Paragon which within six years grew to become the largest gaming company in Australia with its headquarters here in Melbourne. Their games were top-notch and madly loved by people. Especially the simulation game they made—Syntaxe—it made people crazy. “Geez!” I exclaimed. “Mr annoying is Paragon’s CEO? Jesus is Lord!”

Even immortals failed at keeping their words and the errors of others always came back to hurt the innocent ones. What a pathetic life pattern. “These are the main game rules: for each game passed, immunity points are awarded. Killing a person during the games amps up your point and even after the games— immunity points are awarded” Silent whispers ensued but the voices never rose past that. “This world is Parasite-infested. The air likewise is polluted with mutating chemicals.” Every revelation kept getting sick, my head churned.

Paranormal technology. "Adrian's pack has resources," Vivian explains, swiping the card. The door opens to reveal an elevator. "They've been preparing for paranormal exposure for years." We enter. Vivian presses the basement button multiple times. "Three levels below street level," Vivian says. "Underground bunker. Military grade security. Paranormal-resistant walls." The elevator descends… Down… Down… Down… "Bella, you're not the same person anymore," Vivian says quietly. "That life is over. Adrian's world is your world now."

PATROL MODE: PASSIVE. The drone stopped spinning. Its eye turned blue. It beeped once—a happy, compliant sound—and vanished. It had accepted the new command. Ren stepped back, his wireframe heart pounding. He wasn't just playing the game anymore. He was the Game Master. Suddenly, the scrolling text in the sky turned red. ANOMALY DETECTED. FOREIGN USER IDENTIFIED. PURGE PROTOCOL INITIATED. The floor began to dissolve. The purple and black squares turned to liquid fire.

he assured his wife. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The headquarter of The Paranormal Agency was situated on the outskirts of the town. It was a secret operation designed to detect any paranormal activity within its dominion. In the absence of any scientific backing, the agency heavily relied on folklore and mythology for information. The purpose was to detect and deter the practises that could pose a threat to the planet.

"Once you're feeling better, I'll explain everything." I closed my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine that filled the air. It used to be sandalwood. Maybe explanations weren't necessary anymore. The crimes of the Chandlers, Scotts, and Mauruses were exposed all at once, with irrefutable evidence. Much like the Labarres of the past, they vanished overnight. Zach's methods were ruthless, with no mercy. I spent a few days hiding at home while Zach waited outside. The house staff had all been sent away, and the fridge was nearly empty.

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

" The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged. My older brother, Elio, is a fucking genius. The players are too busy thinking about girls' asses or tits to realize that the dealer is ripping them off. They lose their money in the game, and in the tips, they leave to the girls. Alvize leads me to another door, the one reserved exclusively for Family business, and then he takes me down a succession of corridors. Only, just as we reach the "office," the old man freezes, and I can hear him whispering eagerly:

The sun turned into the same clock as the one on the supermarket wall. A familiar mechanical female voice rang out. "Countdown to anomaly arrival: three days. Three days from now, this world will be incorporated into a new game instance. Players ranked outside the top 10,000 on the prize leaderboard will be cleared." The impossible just became reality. The other two men stared at each other, terror and despair written all over their faces. They experienced the horror of the game firsthand. And now, everything in front of them was proof that it was all real.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.