Trickster Mode Novels & Stories

Vane cursed at the controls. "Ice patch!" Vane yelled. "Traction control is slipping!" "Engage the spikes!" Tristan ordered instinctively. "I know how to drive a train!" Vane shouted back, slamming a lever. A metallic thunk resonated through the hull as the carbide spikes extended from the treads, biting into the frozen ground. The Mammoth stabilized. Saoirse looked at Tristan, an amused glint in her eyes. "See? You're still the commander." "Backseat driver," Tristan corrected.

Baraka declared. Eliana blinked. "Baraka, you can't just invent biological states on command. The Star-Code—" "The Star-Code adapts to survive," Baraka interrupted softly, turning to face his brilliant doctor. "That is the fundamental law of the virus. When I needed speed to save the civilians from the Hounds, I forced the energy into my nervous system and unlocked Mode One. When I needed to break Malik's gravity, I forced the energy into molecular vibration and unlocked Mode Two."

It’s treacherous ground, modifying these memories, blocking some and reforming others into some semblance of a cohesive story, providing the self-discipline Junior utterly lacks, reorganizing his thoughts into proper social custom and behavior, relentlessly monopolizing the boy’s perception and removing anything I can’t control, even if it violates his personal ideas. Before the drugs can ‘solidify’ my modifications, I set in a weakness—a trigger phrase—to counteract any degenerative failure of the techniques and reset my programming as Junior's default. I create a glitch to reinforce what I do in these moments, so that should it falter in the future, it can be fortified again. As with my mi

He grinned, "Yes, baby! Luck is on my side this time!" The other systems laughed at his childishness while some were devastated. Everyone rolls the roulette except V since the Enchantress already gave him a player. Then, they checked the results. [System V: Guest Kiera. Troll Department: Breaker] [System Note: Guest Can Dice. Lead Department: Savior.] [System Faya: Guest Loli Can. Villain Department: Thief] [System Virus: Guest Liliana. Villain Department: Wrecker] [System Didi: Guest Ady. Cannon Fodder Department: Supporter]

I know that Trey heard what I was saying when he started texting on his phone fiercely while we entered our children’s emergency suite. “Trey, I will tell you when my assistant gets here. Until then have you please refrain from digging and spending money on people looking into me. I have not changed from whom I was ten minutes ago. There is just some logistics with my inheritance that you will need to know:” I said grabbing his hand and raising to kiss him. “I can’t make any promises.” Trey said sounding mad already. I know that he has trust issues but damn a handful of words and he’s looking to destroy me. “Do you trust me?” I asked. “Yes.” “Then what’s the problem?” He just ran his hands t

“ Is that what you're doing? Have you forgotten who you're talking to?!” “No, of course not. It's just that…” he trailed off, but only for a couple of seconds. “ It's nothing. I'm sorry if I bothered you in any way.” The line went dead immediately as a sick thrill thrummed underneath my fingers. No matter how or what he thought, there was no way he could openly question or go against me. It was the Dominique effect. I shook my head as I grabbed my keys and headed out of the office, but not without shooting some of my men a quick message.

Since I got mated to a slave, Calista, I have come to love her so dearly, and nothing is going to separate me from her, not Menelik, not Alpha Barak, not even death. In the game of power, the best strategy isn’t always a show of force, it’s deception ― a smoke screen to draw people’s attention away from one’s true goal. We need an element of trickery, just like the snake, to glide through rough terrains, in our everyday life. Though I’m disabled, over the years, I’ve mastered the art of trickery, it gives me an unseen edge above the others.

"What are you speaking approximately, Trisha... I cannot experience something, you recognise. It ought to be my imagination, however, I appear to be feeling a bit little bit of softness and heat on my return, that ought to be something like meat buns, right? There appears to be something barely tough at the tips, it ought to be that, the peas at the pinnacle of food, right? Definitely, it cannot be that element that toddlers suck on, right!?" "...Well are not you completely aware? Hey, ignoring me like this...... That's so unfair." Trisha's hand on the satan reached among Raven's legs. With his whole frame naked besides from the towel masking that location, Raven slightly controlled to keep

she said, rolling her eyes. "Age is just a number!" Travie shot back, lifting his glass to laughter and cheers. "Alright, it’s getting late," Bisila said, standing up. "I’m heading home before any of you try something stupid." "I’ll walk you," offered the blonde guy. "Oh, so you can have me all to yourself, Daglous?" Bisila teased. "No, no, I just—" "I’ll walk with you," the man in the hat interrupted, his voice smooth. "If you don’t mind."

She lands on the pile of infected and runs. "Gross," I say as I climb over the window. Looking at the infected pile, I then jump. Tristan: Slamming the infected's head against the floor, I stun it for a bit, but in that one second, I place my foot flat against its stomach and kick it off. Kicking it against the railing, I push myself up and grab the infected by his neck collar. I then slam its head against a pole and throw the infected through the hole with the other.