Conrad kept his head low as he walked the Devourer through the school courtyard, weaving between buildings and lunch tables, doing his absol
Conrad kept his head low as he walked the Devourer through the school courtyard, weaving between buildings and lunch tables, doing his absolute best not to draw attention. It wasn't exactly working.
The girl beside him—the thing beside him—wasn't exactly built for subtlety. She looked like a model someone had airbrushed into reality, tall...
Stepping into my room, I could barely keep myself contained. My hands trembled slightly as I placed the communication device—still resting on the napkin—next to the edge of their little city. The fact that I was actually talking to the Lilliputians in my closet? It felt like a dream. Not just seeing them build and thrive but hearing them. Understanding their voices. This was the kind of thing I'd only fantasized about since I was a kid.
Kyvareth stood tall—taller than even the jagged cliffs that lined the battlefield. The wind whipped at her cloak, her steel-toned skin gleaming beneath the light of a sun now dimmed by smoke and cannon fire. Her gaze drifted downward—down to the ground below, where, by the edge of her armored boot, the little king stood alone.
Dust still hung in the air. My chest ached like hell. And that bastard—Victor—was walking toward me like he just stepped off a catwalk instead of kicking my ass six ways from Sunday.
Piece by piece, the mask on his face cracked. Little white chips fluttered to the ground with each step, like snow made of bone. And then—finally—it crumbled entirely.
He stood over me, face bare now. Calm brown eyes. A little sweat on his brow. But no smug...
I sprinted down the stairwell of the building, every step shaking beneath me like the whole place was ready to give out. The structure groaned from above, the smallest tremor enough to knock me off balance. I tumbled down a few steps, landing hard on my side. "Ow—damn it!"
Why—why—did she put me on the top of the tallest building in this fake city?
Before I could even get to my feet, I heard her voice again. Calm, unbothered, that same soft tone with a terrifying weight behi...
The little ship zipped through the black, weaving between debris and the drifting husks of ruined vessels, darting away like a firefly in a thunderstorm. But I felt it—his presence. That flicker of strange, defiant energy that no other mortal carried. I knew it was him. My mite. The one who'd touched something he shouldn't have. The one who might hold the key to everything.
(Sylara) Sylara squinted through the thick fog, her tall frame wrapped in ghostly mist as she stepped cautiously beneath the towering canopy
(Sylara)
Sylara squinted through the thick fog, her tall frame wrapped in ghostly mist as she stepped cautiously beneath the towering canopy. The air clung to her skin like dew, and everything around her shimmered with a strange, quiet energy. The trees in this part of the forest were unlike any she'd seen before—great hulk...
Which was fair, I think, considering I spent most of yesterday accidentally saving a kid's life, triggering some kind of psychic resonance event, and being told by a guy in all-black tactical gear that I was now officially enrolled in an elite four-year academy for magical super-cops.
The air inside the tent was warm and smelled faintly of burnt metal. I crouched over the workbench, my fingers carefully tweaking the final adjustments on the communicator. Dad sat across from me, his hands steady as he worked on the second device. Between us was a mess of spare wires, tiny screws, and tools we'd scavenged from Skylar's offerings. It wasn't the most organized setup, but it worked.
"We're almost there," I said, leaning back to stretch. My ...
(Krelzor) Okay. Let me just start by saying, when people tell stories about giant women fighting world-ending monsters, they tend to leave o
(Krelzor)
Okay. Let me just start by saying, when people tell stories about giant women fighting world-ending monsters, they tend to leave out a few important things. Like, for example, how terrifyingly inconvenient it is to be standing directly underneath said woman when she starts growing again.
I stood there, hunched a little, looking up at the giants that surrounded me. They were all staring at me — mouths slightly open, eyes wide,
I stood there, hunched a little, looking up at the giants that surrounded me. They were all staring at me — mouths slightly open, eyes wide, even Yuna looked like she had just been slapped awake. Except... her shock was turning into something else. A grin. Great. That was either really good... or really bad for me.
I stared up at Frida's ginormous face, watching as her smirk deepened. I barely knew her back in elementary school—we had never really talked, and the only time we spent together was when I was trying (and failing) to defend her against bullies. And, last I checked, she wasn't an Obelisk.
Something tugged at my waist, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced down to see the young boy I had just saved clutching onto me, his tiny fingers digging into my shirt as he hid behind me, tremb...
I clutched my stomach, trying to press down on the wound that felt like someone had shoved a hot iron straight through me. Which, technically, they had. That red spear had torn right through, and now I was bleeding all over Nemu's arms like a kicked puppy.
Still, even through the pain, even with my head swimming and my body begging to black out, I couldn't stop watching.
Naomi closed her eyes, and in an instant, the air in the room seemed to shift. Tristan, still sitting awkwardly on the table, furrowed his brow and watched as the towering woman's body was wrapped in a soft, white glow. The light pulsed from her skin like she was a living sun—growing brighter and brighter with each second.
"Huh...?" Tristan muttered, instinctively taking a few steps back.
More black-armored soldiers poured into the hangar like a busted hornet's nest—each one pointing some variant of a death stick at me. Great. Just what I needed. I ducked behind a crate as a volley of red-hot plasma lit up the room like a twisted rave party.
My own ship was still crawling with wires, some of them hissing and sparking from earlier damage, an...
I floated closer, the planet finally coming into view without me having to enhance my vision. That alone was a relief—staring too hard at th
I floated closer, the planet finally coming into view without me having to enhance my vision. That alone was a relief—staring too hard at things for too long gave me a headache. But the moment I got a good look at Veridia's actual size, my smile vanished.
