Shangri-la Frontier Game Novels & Stories

- MARILIA – “She is getting away!!” Someone yelled from behind me. I sprint faster, clawing through the thick bushes, ignoring the branches that scratched me. They were right behind, I could smell them. My heart pounded against my chest as I fought fear so I could keep a clear head. For a moment, it worked and I noticed something. They were closing in with caution. It was weird; slavers normally hunted down runaways aggressively. Well, it didn't matter, because it was to my advantage.

“We’re close to the waterfall.” Quinn’s lips curve into a smile and we start forward again. I break a spiderweb out of Quinn’s way at the last second. We’re on a less popular trail, going to see one of the smaller waterfalls. We haven’t seen anyone else out here in a while, which has been nice. The world seems to fade away when Quinn’s with me like we’re the only two left in it. The path gets a little steep and slippery with wet rocks and mud. I keep a tight grip on Quinn’s hand, but she doesn’t need any help. Emerging through a thick of trees, we see the waterfall.

Within seconds I was in Laura's Dm. I tapped the link.. It led to a game, The Harvest. It sounded like some lame farm game. "Start game", I hesitated a bit before finally selecting that option. "Howdy!", The game's mascot appeared at her screen. "What would you like your player name to be?" "Tch!... I just wanna find Laura!", I yelled at the phone. "Name too long, sorry..." "Arghhh!... Stupid game!.. my name is Belle, Belle Franchester!"

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

His body did the same before he finally released an exaggerated sigh to begin. "Okay, there is no easy way to say this so I'll be blunt. We aren't cousins thankfully because we're blood-bonded mates and apparently supposed to end the war your grandfather started in 1917." Brayden rushed his words quickly so she couldn't stop him before he finished. When he finally brought himself to look at her Lilly was no longer mentally with him. Her eyes were no longer their beautiful emerald green color but charcoal black. The wavy auburn hair had turned to a bright almost orange fire red and her skin was extremely pale.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

Her eyes darted to the others as if seeking support, but no one came to her defense. Zara glanced nervously between us, biting her lip, while Esmeralda, still shaken from earlier, avoided looking at me entirely. I shifted Lyra slightly in my arms, keeping my eyes locked on Mirena. "The next Lunar Games will start tomorrow," I announced, my voice echoing through the clearing. "Or whenever Lyra is well enough to participate. We will continue as planned." Mirena opened her mouth as if to protest, but I cut her off, my tone hardening. "If anyone has a problem with that, you can speak up now."

The group fell silent, the weight of his words unsettling. “The Reflection Game,” Ardan continued, “was not created by mortals. It was forged by the Seven Immortals during the Age of Chaos. They designed it as a tool to test humanity, to separate the weak from the strong. Every century, the game manifests, seeking out individuals who embody courage, wisdom, and determination. But there’s a catch—it thrives on sacrifice and conflict. The more you resist, the harder it fights back.” Mia’s voice trembled as she asked, “So... what happens if we fail?”

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"