Scheming Novels & Stories

"I was tortured for three miserable years. You call that protection?" The majestic voice fell silent for a moment. "Severe psychological trauma has been detected as a result of your experience within the novel world. As compensation, in addition to your standard completion reward, an extra premium privilege—Absolute Will—has been granted to you." "What does that mean?" "It means that from this moment on, any attempt to manipulate or mislead you through psychological, emotional, or verbal means will be completely nullified. You are now permanently immune to manipulation." I froze. Permanently immune to manipulation…

Seth stated. “And what effect is Sage?” Dominic asked coldly. “She heads an underground smuggling ring that takes in runaway werewolves who no longer wish to stay in their pack.” Seth said. “Your system of governance created a her.”

He couldn’t shake off the pitchfork, so he would have to destroy it. “Lock-On; True Chaos” Seth quickly activated two of his Sensor abilities. The first was a common one. He used it to place a mark on the pitchfork so that he could return the favor of tracking to it. The second was the most powerful skill in his Scholar arsenal. True Chaos was a skill that temporarily allowed Seth to strike with Chaos, instead of Edict. With the power of True Chaos, Seth was able to create a Dark Chaos Spear. And he flung it towards the Pitchfork with all his power.

I took a step back and let them have it. Back at the main chamber, I found Schnell with Bob. They were—of all things—playing chess. With magnetic pieces. On a stolen Control board. “He’s cheating,” Schnell said without looking up. “You’re using equations to optimize your pawn structure,” Bob countered. “I call it even.” They both glanced at me. “Didn’t peg you two for bonding time.” Schnell grunted. “We are not bonding.” “Not in ze slightest,” Bob said at the same time.

She pauses and looks his way but he blends into the shadows using his gift to make sure he has gone unseen. Well isn’t this interesting I think to myself as I watch him for another few moments. A plan starts to form in my mind, one that would benefit all; Well me, benefit me. I think laughing to myself, you see, unlike his father, poor Kosac can be disposed of. I flick my wrist closing the hologram as I sit down to eat before I summon Chemosh, then let the fun begin.

"It shall be done." Xavier’s gaze moved down the table, assigning roles with precision. Selene, the seer, would monitor the future for any shifts in the devils’ plans. Garrick, the strategist, would coordinate the group's actions from the field. Asher, the alchemist, would prepare weapons and artifacts capable of countering infernal magic. Each member left the meeting with a clear purpose, but the weight of their mission was evident.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

She stormed out immediately, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. I sank to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees. After a long while, my phone vibrated. The post had been updated again. The poster cried that her younger son had been framed, and that her elder son was cruel and malicious. The same "girl" who had been giving advice appeared once more. [In that case, just say he has a mental illness. Say he was afraid his handsome younger brother would steal his wife, so he set the whole thing up to frame him.]

Sasha is an original wolf spirit of a lycan; it doesn't get any stronger than that. Sage and Liam split up and started to approach me on both sides. Sage will strike first, and Liam will strike at me while I’m distracted, fending her off. I have to counter Sage fast enough so I can quickly counter Liam so he can’t do any damage. Fuck, this is going to be complicated. Sage lunges at me as I dodge her by rolling towards Liam, who is getting ready to swipe his paw in my backside while Sage had me distracted. I roll into him, knocking him over. Quickly I get on top of him, pinning him under me. Sasha and I are working together as one. We both have equal control, which is a first for us, but damn