Spell Alive Novels & Stories

My face split in a huge smile and it has been plastered for a long time. “What are we going to play?” I asked and sat with them in front of the TV. “You— nothing! We are playing Mortal Kombat!” Linc grimaced at me. “What?! Why?” “Because this game can only be played in 2!” Linc exclaimed and Raf laughed. “You are awful,” I exclaimed and went out of the room. I decided to call Mia. She accepted the call. “Hey, girl!” I said. “Hey, bish!” Mia screamed.

Ara said. "The system records everything," Silas said. He was not smiling anymore, which she found more unsettling than when he had been. "Every player, every cycle, every death. It keeps the data. I just found a way to read it." He paused. "You are not the first person to return after dying, Ara. Other players have come back before you. They went through the same thing. Woke up, remembered everything, got activated." "Okay," she said slowly. "And?"

I wasn't the girl who died in the mud anymore. Suddenly a loud golden flash burst before my eyes. It wasn't the blue screen of the system shop. This was a glowing interface that filled my entire vision pulsing with a warm energy that made my skin tingle. A deep chime echoed, not in my mind but through my entire body making my heart race again. [System Ping: Level Up! Current Level: 2.] [ Skill Unlocked: Physical Enhancement

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

I spin my whole body around really fast, making sure my ears don't hear a crazy alien sound. "Her wolf really likes the big rooms there, and her brain thinks a change of hunting air will make her body feel better," Isolde says, making her voice sound super smooth and sweet, like she is asking for a tiny piece of meat at dinner. Vaelira’s eyes get super bright with happy hope.

“Wait, what the hell is—« One of them chugged a bitter pill into my mouth, cutting me right off, and the next second my body instantly began to give a special heat. A searing, uncontrollable heat eruption that burned heavy through the veins. It was a heat no alpha would ever feel, the purging fire of an omega’s truth serum. Soon enough I could feel myself going mad, if I didn't get a cure now, I would for sure die here. “Please, stop— please,” I muttered, with the last few remaining strength I had left. “Give him the cure, boys.” They fed me another pill, which at once stopped the crazy heat I was feeling in my body, and my eyes went back to normal. They both released their hold, leaving me

He dropped to his knees and grabbed my hand, the one hanging limp at my side, the fingers cold and stiff as stone. He pressed down frantically on the wound at my wrist, as though he could somehow force the dried blood back in. "Get the first aid kit! Now!" His voice cracked, barely recognizable. "We can still restart her. One adrenaline injection, and the heart can still jump back. This is just shock. First-stage shock. We ran simulations with exactly this scenario." He squeezed my wrist so hard the bones creaked, treating my body like a crashed computer, like all he had to do was find the right button and restart me.

The agony was unbearable, and I blacked out within seconds. Then a cold, mechanical voice sounded in my ears. "Attention. The system has been activated. Your first task is to make Victoria fall for you. The reward for completing this task is a basic energy shield that blocks zombie attacks. Every dollar you spend on Victoria will be returned to you tenfold." I snapped awake in an instant, and the agony of being torn apart was gone. Fate was kind enough to give me a second chance. I quickly checked the time. There were 20 days left until Christmas. I vaguely remembered that in my past life, the outbreak had happened on Christmas Eve.

“I’m not. I’m telling you this so you’ll understand the reason why I’m breaking up with you” “Can you clearly tell me? You’re confusing me, Dale” “When I reincarnated, I shouldn’t have approached you nor told you that I was Dale---” “Why?” “Because you’ll die” “WHAT?!” “That’s the consequence of reuniting with someone after reincarnations. Do you remember when the old lady mentioned about the inevitable death? It’s already happening” “Through my illness?” “Yes” His words are making me scared but I try to convince myself that none of it is true. There’s no freaking way that’s true.

Coleman padded along the walls, the secretions holding him to the surface like Velcro knitting together. Andrew continued to climb down the ladder, Suzanne over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Timms, hanging on above, but below Jackson, was the first to shoot up at the thing... because it was no longer a man, no longer technically alive anymore—which caused another problem for those trying to combat the Sleepers. If the virus was inside you when you died—the air getting to Coleman’s bullet wounds as he lay bleeding to death—then apparently it wouldn’t let you go without a fight. They hadn’t hung around to see, but maybe back there during the first battle the burnt up sleepers had carried o