Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

Separate notification was popped up in front of the team, "Congratulations you are the first team to clear the first dungeon to be found in the game, the rewards rarity will increase and also there will be extra rewards given to your team" As this was the time when another systems notification popped up, "A team has triggered an instant upgrade of the game, the game will go to an instant upgrade mode and will not be available to play for two days, please log out in 10 minutes".

That sometimes it’s the leash you don’t see that holds you the tightest. My phone vibrates against my thigh, a subtle tremor that slices through the stillness like a whisper turned threat. I glance down with slow reluctance, already knowing what I’ll see, though still hoping, foolishly, maybe, that I’m wrong. The screen lights up. Your chat has been accepted by The_Triumvirate. There it is.

“An enemy. A threat we haven’t seen. Lira wasn’t here when they infiltrated the pack and killed my family.” “Perhaps,” she said, without conviction. “Stop letting personal feelings cloud your judgment.” Her eyes flashed. “My personal feelings.” “You don’t like her,” I snapped. “You never have. You’re using coincidence to justify that.” “That isn’t true.” “I didn’t say you were wrong,” I shot back. “I said it doesn’t make you right.” She folded her arms. “Fine. Forget Lira for a moment. Focus on the visions. Blood. White light. A wolf. Three figures. These are warnings, Riven. Whatever is coming will test you in ways you are not ready for.”

I muttered, diving for the power cable. The screen flashed once more—my own webcam feed stared back at me. Me, wide-eyed, tousled black hair, hoodie pulled halfway over my face like that would help. Then it went dark. The laptop powered down. Silence. I sat there in the glow of my lava lamp, heart punching against my ribs, every horror movie warning siren blaring in my brain. “Sh*t.” I was being traced. And I had no idea who the hell I’d just poked.

As the heavy office door clicked shut behind him, the translucent blue system interface expanded silently in front of my vision: [Target Conflict Milestone Achieved: Secondary Asset Trap Deployed!] [Target: Ethan Vance & Anna - Mortgage Liability Triggered] [System Reward: Base Defense Grid Level 3 Blueprint Unlocked] [Warning: Environmental Tectonic Acceleration Active - 18 Hours Remaining...] I stared at the glowing red text at the bottom of the screen. Eighteen hours left.

"I didn't execute anything. I was just trying to pay Tahlia's bills." "You didn't know you were doing it, Mrs Vance." His eyes narrowed. "Because it wasn't triggered by a keyboard. It was triggered by your heart rate the night Lachlan threw you out into the rain." He turned the ledger toward me, tapping a line of raw code at the bottom of the page. REDUNDANCY PROTOCOL: VANCE-00 TRIGGER: SPOUSAL REJECTION DETECTED STATUS: AUTOMATED TRUST LIQUIDATION COMPLETED 2022

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Her voice is stronger now and even more grounded. “He fought it,” she said, looking at Sofia. “You saw that.” Sofia nodded. “Yes… but barely.” “That doesn’t matter,” Isabella insisted. “He still did it.” “You’re still in there.” She turned to Lorenzo. “There’s more,” Sofia said quietly. That got everyone’s attention again. “What now? Sofia can you at least try to reveal all this bullshit at once, it's beginning to make me sick” Lorenzo snapped. “Sorry… I'll try. So the triggers aren’t just random,” she explained. “They’re activated by specific cues.”

He just had to come spoil all the fun. "Do you wish to get me killed?"He said harshly as he took me away from the dance floor. "Ohh, come on don't be too dramatic," I said, still dancing to the music. "Can you please just stay away from those horny unmated wolves if you don't want to get them killed" He warned. "I want to pee"I whined He shook his head at me, then pointed to the wood."Don't go far"

Sister Grace clicked the alert. The answer appeared immediately. Four minutes ago. Silence. Absolute silence. The archive suddenly felt less like a secure facility and more like a trap. Someone was inside the system. Now. Not six months ago. Not years ago. Now. Then another message appeared. Incoming Communication Request. Everyone stared. The system had never done this before. At least not according to Sister Grace's expression. A blinking icon appeared. Waiting. Accept. Decline. Nobody moved. Then Tobe whispered: "This is how horror movies start."