System Novels & Stories

Ruby tried explaining-but with the way things were, nick looked totally confused. "Ok, boy. That's enough. However, I actually came here to warn you. You have three supernatural powers which you inherited from me. I am a very great grandma of yours. I'm in the seventeenth line of your family generation. I know you may not understand. But however, your powers are: one-the ability to see ghosts. Two- you have a special word which you can say anytime to get out of trouble but you will later get to know the word as you grow. And three- I wouldn't tell you now. You might disclose it to other people. And like I said, you will get to know it as you grow."

Mac said and I looked at him intently. "What's going on?" Top asked and Mike was the one to answer him. "Well, Mr. Gesurem asked the three of them to work on a presentation regarding the subtypes of schizophrenia since they are the only ones who participated the questcussion a while ago. And by the way, Top. You didn't tell me that Maze is quite a big brain, huh. He was the only one who got the right answer! Beating these two!" The corner of my lips twitched with what Mike said. Gab and Mac glared at him cause he's obviously making fun of the fact that their answer was wrong. While I looked away from Top cause he's giving me that 'Now, I know what's the reason behind that face.' look and it'

ANTIDOTE. (SEARCHING SURVIVAL STORE...) (NO COMPATIBLE TREATMENT AVAILABLE.) (TIER 3 CATEGORIES: LOCKED UNTIL LEVEL 5.) He read the words again. NO COMPATIBLE TREATMENT. He wanted to throw the screen into the dark. The System wasn't a friend, and it wasn't a monster. It was only telling the truth, which in some ways was worse. He closed the Store.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

STABILITY ONLY MAINTAINED WHEN HER BREATH IS INHERITED. Cassian murmured to himself, watching one console dim: “She didn’t leave a trace.” Then paused. “She became one.” And the system? Didn’t correct him. It logged: :: TRACE DETECTED – NONDIGITAL CLASS: PRESENCE CYCLE TYPE: LOSS-ADAPTIVE MEMORY COMMENT: THE SYSTEM ISN’T BROKEN. IT’S REMEMBERING HER THE ONLY WAY IT KNOWS HOW WITH BREATH.

His big bright-brown eyes sparkling like he just won the lottery found mine and he sneered. With his signature smile, Scott stood up exhibiting his tall figure, not as tall as me though. Although he wished he was. " Already in a bad mood this early in the morning? " he scoffed. " I'll pass all your unproductive questions, we have serious business to talk about " he stood up and walked towards the sofa I sat on and took the seat in front of me. "Excuse me Sr." Sarah said walking in" your expresso is here Mr. Williams and. The Black coffee as well ".

The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?” “Hello. This is Braxton Merriweather. I’m sorry to say there’s been an incident….”

Too close for comfort, if I weren't Synchronized, I'd be dead already. Taking a split-second to corral his instincts, Mike channeled his attacks through his own Synchronized senses. This must be how he's attacking me, and how I keep avoiding them. At that point, Mike's body took on a mind of it's own, responding automatically to attacks he couldn't even see.

The hunter's safe house was a fortress of sorts, hidden away in a remote corner of the countryside. Its walls were thick and sturdy, made of rough-hewn stone that had been weathered by centuries of wind and rain. The windows were narrow and barred, and the heavy wooden door was reinforced with steel bolts and a deadbolt lock. Inside, the house was sparsely furnished, with only the bare essentials necessary for survival. The living room was dominated by a large fireplace, where a blazing fire crackled and flickered, casting shadows across the room. The walls were adorned with various weapons, including silver blades and stakes, as well as maps and charts detailing the locations of known vampi

“Hey there, miss. Anything the matter?” “Yeah,” I said, trying to sound calm. “It just… stopped. Won’t restart. Battery maybe? But everything looks normal.” He nodded, walked around to the hood, poked at a few things. The battery terminals, hoses, whatever men do when they pretend to diagnose cars. His silver wrist watch showed it was 3.35pm. “Looks okay,” he said after a minute. Checked the tires, glanced at my dash, and came back. “Try restarting.”