World Trigger Novels & Stories

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Qing Yue shakily raised a trembling hand to soothe her throbbing temples. "It was a nightmare. Just another nightmare." She whispered the words, clutching onto them like a lifeline as her heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing more than a nightmare." Unfortunately, the words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Looking to the side, she saw that it was only 1 in the morning. She still had 5 more hours to go before morning descended. Because of the advanced weapons used in the Great War, the climate of both the Old World Formation and the New World Formation had changed drastically. One of these changes in the New World Formation was the enshrouding dark

**11 : 18 : 46 : 09** “Timer’s still there,” Lys noted. “Less meaningful than it used to be,” Aria said. “Think of it as… the outside limit on how long she’s willing to wait. But she doesn’t have to. Not anymore.” A new line of text blinked beside the countdown. > **TRIGGER: REMOTE OVERRIDE — ENABLED.** > **TRIGGER: BEHAVIORAL THRESHOLDS — ENABLED.** > **TRIGGER: PROXIMITY / LINKED NODE COUPLING — ENABLED.**

In those moments Ynaria suddenly burst into tears, because what she knew about the restless and constantly troubled souls did not work. Ynaria closes her eyes tightly in the hope that the souls will disappear behind her. Feel the edge of her tears and the trembling of her lips. From its dilation, it has completely weakened causing it to fall down sitting on the tiles. Her feeling returned to normal. Although he did not fail, there was still the fear in his chest that the ghosts might touch him again at any time. TRIST was snatching documents when a cold object grabbed his shoulder, causing him to stop. Trist didn't even see the fear, he just sighed, at the same time as he closed his eyes. He

He was about to press the trigger but before he could. I lifted the gun in my hand and shot him without any thought. Everything went still for some time. James's body limps on the concert floor. My shaky hand claps on my mouth. I killed someone. I can't believe it. Dean and David entered the room. A relief washed over them when they saw us unharmed. Their gaze zeroed on James's corpse before traveling to my hand. Their eyes enlarged in disbelief. Realization dawn to be, I was still holding the gun. I immediately left the gun like it was some contagious disease.

There is nothing else around me but the source. It's a long and winding whisp, a red breeze. It wraps around my finger, gently, crawling up my arm, breathing into my heart, filling up my head. It tightens on my ring finger, and I reach out to grab it. It pulls me, hard, and I cry out, shocked that the pain is real and not imagined. Bright colors rush back to me and I grab onto the first thing I see, and it is Imperator Seth. I know it is him before I see him by the smell of his sweet cologne, and when my eyes flit up from the floor, to see his mouth pierce my skin.

All the physical signs that meant nothing when the problem was my brain. "The triggers are accelerating." She pulled out a notebook. Showed me charts tracking the activations. "First two days back, you had three triggers total. Yesterday, five. Today you're already at two and it's not even noon." "What does that mean?" "It means Draven is escalating. Building toward something. Each trigger prepares the next. Lays groundwork." She met my eyes. "The master command is coming sooner than I thought. Maybe thirty-six hours. Maybe less." Thirty-six hours. A day and a half before I became the weapon that destroyed everything.

Still getting likes. Over 9,000 views now. Sixty-seven replies. One anonymous message that just says: “Hope you’re a light sleeper.” I try to ignore that one. “Alright, queue me in,” I say, booting up the game. “I’ve got half a Mountain Dew and a full sense of invincibility.” “You sound high,” Pixel groans. “High on hubris, babe.” The game loads in, and for a while, things feel normal. Gunshots, banter, Ember yelling because I didn’t revive him fast enough—it’s chaos in the best way. This is my world. Digital, safe, and predictable.

Creighton stepped back to admire his handiwork once again before lifting the handle and ball. “This is a basic wand,” he told her. “Unlike the dildos and the rabbit, this one is specifically designed to stimulate the clitoris. It has different settings on it, so I can make it as intense as I desire. We’ll start out slow and once you’re accustomed to the feel of it, I’ll increase the speed. When you feel the need to cum, you have to tell me, or I’ll stop and won’t let you have an orgasm. Understand?” She nodded softly and closed her eyes.