While Corey and his women sail to the private island to have a the break of a life time, the Lock keeper was busy studying him. He sat behind a large table that doubled as a screen as well, showing Corey laying next to Misha. They were talking about something but the Lock keeper couldn't hear it. Something was blocking the frequency, and the image was glitching. This made him grow irritated, there was something about Corey he just couldn't understand. One of those things was how everytime he tried to spy, or sneak a little peak into what Corey was doing, something always interfered. He either couldn't hear, or couldn't see. Or sometimes both. The teen had to be cheating. That was the only logical explanation the Lock keeper could find. And that was why he had called someone special. The door to his office came open, and heels clinked to the floor. The long thick black dress dragged along the floor, and the unknown visitors hair sashayed along with her hips. She stopped by one of th
The ship stayed in the sky while Corey and the women slid down to the island through a rope. The first thing Corey noted was the sinking feeling that turned his stomach, something bad was about to happen but he didn't know what it was. And NewAge only ever warned when the danger was close, leaving Corey to search for what was causing a fuss in his body. Yumiko sat atop his shoulders, sniffing the air for fruits. Corey hoped she would notice something since she had a better sense of smell than the rest of them. The island, Corey noticed, was deserted. Which made no sense.He had found the island thanks to NewAge, it was a resort. Why was it suddenly deserted?NewAge: SOMETHING MUST HAVE CHANGED DURING OUR JOURNEY HERE. Corey nodded in agreement, that was the only logical explanation. Something changed during the period of them coming here. The entire island still held it's amenities, but something was off. Corey craned his neck, a red splatter was on one of the buildings. He squinte
Corey walked for hours before he was alerted that his body required food to go on. He had skipped out on breakfast. Not because he didn't want to eat, but he just didn't feel the need for it. He figured he would get something to eat at the resort. A poor decision now that he looked back on it.Nothing had changed about the Temple. After walking, Corey kept seeing the same thing over and over and over again. It was like he was walking in circles. He sighed, and searched for a place safe enough to sit and eat. He found a broken pillar, Corey sat himself on it and thought about a B-L-T sandwich. He paired it off with a bottle of water. Corey kept his eyes busy, scanning over everything. The odd symbols and drawings on the wall. And the stacks of bones from the men Deloris had eaten. This is a sight that he shouldn't be looking at while he ate, but Corey ate with comfort. Viewing the dead bodies as something normal. He finished his meal in just five minutes, drank the whole bottle of w
The blade slammed down on Corey's fingers, severing them with a clean smoothness that would frighten any one. Corey had experienced pain, he was no stranger to that feeling but this was intense. He'd never felt pain this bad, it forced him to cry out as it shary stung his body. His fingers vibrated, all Corey could focus on was the pain. He'd forgotten he was not alone. That is, until the pain doubled on his side. And everything tuned black.When Corey opened his eyes, he was standing in front of the door again. He blinked, he could still remember how the pain had felt, but his body was empty. All he had was the memory of what had been the worst feeling he'd ever felt.With a deep inhalation, Corey resigned to thinking of a plan. He knew what was going to happen next, so he had to think. He had to make a plan. 'Going with the flow was a bad idea.'He needed to get into the temple, and get out before the bulls arrived. Corey saw that as his only option to survive. At least now he
Am I insane? Was the question Corey saw written on the wall this time. Everything was the same, aside from that. He couldn't figure out why that was the only difference. Was the question directed at him in a way?Did Deloris write it? She'd stopped with her cackling but she still followed Corey closely. She was going to attempt to make him one of her meals, Corey knew that. He still wasn't bothered. All he wanted was to not relieve the same horrid fate as the last time. Death had been painful, he hated that. As corey ran, he paid close attention to every creak. Every noise he heard, his spine tingled. When Corey got to the end where the bull had appeared from, he found nothing. Relief smoothed the fear that had been in his chest. NewAge pointed the steps he needed to take. Corey reached for the vine, Deloris chose that moment to start talking."Hello mortal."Corey gave hera confused look and nothing else. He hadn't failed gym class back when he used to go to school. His rope climb
Erogo wanted to know what Corey was up too, the teen had been seated on that tree for an hour. Unmoving as he observed the tamaris. A clan even the deity thought was extinct. He guessed that there could have been stranger things. He was preparing to send one of his locked creatures into the catacombs to attack Corey but the teen had gotten out surprisingly fast. The woman beside him also watched the teen. Her thoughts ran wild. If Erogo knew what she was thinking he'd be worried for himself. But thankfully, mind reading wasn't a part of his abilities. She turned away from Corey, and caught the sight of the something zooming through the air. With one eyebrow, an idea formed in her mind. She entertained it, flying off into the sky to grab the ball of light before it could blast off again. Erogo noticed her lack of presence at his side. He found her immediately. As she crushed the ball of light and dropped it into the sea.He appeared next to her. "What did you just do?""What you hi
Deloris threw her body to the ground, sliding across with ease as if it was the smoothest surface in the world. Her jaw smacked to the ground, mouth open and tongue out. Excitement bubbled within her as she could already taste the sweet flesh of the most annoying man she had ever met. Sure, the satisfaction of him killing her had been taken away but that didn't mean anything as long as she ate him. Corey jumped, he reached his arm up for the vine and caught. His body swung towards the large gaping hole that had caused his death the last time. Corey planted both his feet in each side of the hole, to prevent his body from sliding into it. He turned his head, not wanting to miss what was about to happen. Deloris had forgotten about the trap there. Corey remembered it from when the bull had stepped on it. He knew in her fitted rate she would be blind to remembering that her catacombs are built around traps. Deloris's jaw pushed the trap step down, activating the shape blade. She shot
(Listen to courtesy call by thousand foot krutch. It adds a different effect.)The amount of time Corey spent making horrible comical poses by the lake was ridiculous. It was like he blocked out the part where something to as shifting into a supernova and about to wreck his newly found paradise. He was making bad puns. Anyone who saw him would have thought he was on some kind of drug, but truthfully, Corey was trying to get control of his nerves. The fear of pain was messing with his brain, he was at one hundred percent. And he knew that.He waved the Triton again, this time he threw it towards the hand. The weapon jammed into the center of the palm. Right besides the box. Corey felt another shake, he ran back up the stares. The lake water began to bubble. It boiled for minutes splashing around the bottom of the stairs. It was almost acidic in the smell. It slowly melted what it touched.Another trap, Corey thought. If someone had reached for the box they would have to touch the ce
Corey woke the next morning to the loud banging of something metallic. He could almost feel the danger before it arrived. He could sense the trap before he woke up, and NewAge provided him with no warning. That was the worst of it all. His stomach clenched, buckled with the tight feeling of despair slipping through the cracks of his chest. Something was here. An enemy that had put his system on hold. How was that possible? Corey shoved himself out of bed. Rushing towards the door of the bedroom, his fingers barely grazed the doorknob before it flew open. Scratching his nose as he ducked out of the way. Corey blinked, staring heavily at the figure that stood before him. Just yesterday, he'd been playing videogames. How did things roll from zero to one hundred? A dark figure pushed out from the door way. "We haven't been acquainted, Mr Feldman. But you're about to find out this is just the first phase of my plan."Corey wasn't given a chance to speak as the grimy voice of the man. T
Dear readers,I would just like to say thank you to thank everyone who has read this story so far. It's my first time writing a male leading story, and I'm not sure I did it right but I hope to get it perfectly some day. But this note isn't to tell you thank you, I also wanted to inform you that starting next month I will be taking a full month's hiatus from this story. It's not going the way I planned, reader wise. And I'd like a break from it to get my head cleared and gather some new ideas. I'll publish some chapters for the rest of the month. But after that, I'll be off on a break to return by June. Thank you for reading this note. And have a good day..
Taking a break was not something Corey wanted to do but he had no clue if taking another quest would benefit him at the moment. Likely because he was feeling the urge to be lazy. But where was the fun in that. Corey tapped his friend Toby while he slept. He seemed stressed, and on his screen was a failed level to a part of Clash of Thunder that Corey assumed they must have added in after he died. And apparently Toby was having issues with finishing it. Corey pulled out his chair from under the desk, plopped down on it. He pulled the headphones over his ears, and clicked on the replay on the screen. He wasn't adjusted to the set that Toby used for his gaming. But a quick two minute scan, and Corey knew where to keep his hands without having to remove his eyes from the screen ever. He sat feeling the old school joy he would normally get whenever he got home from school and settled behind his desk to play his favorite games. Or just to stream. Sometimes, he didn't even stream, he just
The new additions to the group were still on Corey's mind as he navigated through the lobby of a deserted and destroyed space ship. Dressed in a black suit to keep his oxygen from running out. His objective was to fix the ship, keep the oxygen and find out who the imposters were. There were a total of three that Corey had to search for. So he asked the women to all join in. Toby even agreed, he wanted a way to test out his alien form. No doubt so he could attack Corey, and the teen more than welcomed it. He was easy to intrigue sometimes. And for the rare occasion, rare but consistent, what should have intrigued Corey instead bored him.He took slow strides through the lobbies with Alisha by his side. She really had no complaints to joining his harem and Corey was slowly getting to know her personality. Almost like he was still getting to know Clio. Alisha was a natural hunter, she had skills that Corey didn't posses. Sure, he was a jack of all trades. But watching how she skillfully
The next day, Corey was apologizing to Toby. "How was i supposed to know he won trick you into marrying him? It was supposed to be a harmless joke." Toby glared at Corey. He'd gone from trying to think of a way to get himself a girlfriend to married to an orc dude that threatened to kill him if he ever left him. And he could tell Corey was secretly laughing at his predicament. No matter how many times he tried to act sympathic and sorry. It was clear to Toby that his friend was having a good laugh out of this. "If you're truly sorry, you'd use your powers to get me out of this.""Yeah, but the king would be so sad." Toby tossed his pillow at Corey. The teen didn't bother blocking it. He fell on his back then began cackling. "I'm sorry if I don't want to be married to an-"The door to his room opened, and Borba walked in. Her eyebrow raised. "You're not thinking of ditching my brother. You're his mate. Acceptance is your only choice. I chose Corey, and he didn't complain. We orcs ar
The missile was fast and Corey found that he could still laugh with his broken sense of humor in such a situation. Misha turned to him, incredilous expression on her face. Then she loosened up and laughed. As if on cue, Corey got a message from Borba. He teleported her to their position. She whipped around to see the missile before she could even greet Corey and tell him her brother was inviting him to enjoy an orc festival. She heard the coy laughter coming from Corey and Misha. Borba flung her mace at the missile. The wind blew against her skin as the weapon struck the tip of the sharp war missile. Making it explode. Her weapon flew back, and she caught it. Laughing curiously at the pretty site. She turned around and Corey looked in awe. From the background, it looked like a scene from an action movie. With the explosion in the sky, pieces of metal flying about. And Borba walking towards him. The wind in her hair, a smirk on her face. Corey wanted to snap a picture but all he did
They'd found a place for Corey to fix Misha's button. And while he worked on it, getting another chance to look at her insides- no sexual innuendos there- he watched the city and spotted many types of bots. Corey was intrigued, and he was never one to really hide his fascination from himself. If he wanted to study something he would admit that much to himself. So as he settled carefully on the blanket, and Misha was stuck in a limbo like state unable to fully shake out of it and wake up until Corey was done, he asked NewAge to explain each of the bots and their purposes. He was already acquainted with the killer bots. NewAge: THERE ARE MANY TYPES OF SENTIENT BOTS THAT ARE CREATED ALMOST EVERYDAY. BUT ONLY TEN STAND OUT TO THE WORLD. WE'LL GO FROM AN UNEVEN LIST. 1: THE MEDIC BOTS; THESE BOTS COME WITH NO RANK OR LEVEL AND THEY ARE USUALLY THE EASIEST TO KILL AS THEY HOLD NO FIGHTING SKILLS. THE CREATORS DELETED THAT FROM THEIR SYSTEMS THE SAME WAY THEY DELETED EMOTIONS FROM THE KILL
After reading the clue Corey went about his day, keeping it in mind that he would think about what to do with the aforementioned clue once he was done ne thinking about the lock keeper. Because the man kept him intrigued and on his toes. He wanted to know more. But Corey knew he would never find anything about the lock keeper without some help. Which was disappointing. It was still strange referring to an unknown force as the lock keeper, instead of the man he'd once known to be that. Erogo was just Erogo. Self centered and easily blinded by words. Corey went to bed almost too easily. Sometimes his mind and body surprised him. After what he'd seen, the question of how he could still sleep well was insane. Corey turned around in the bed, thinking about what his day would entail. But that changed when Misha broke into his room the moment he was done getting dressed for the day. She looked distressed. "Corey, I got another message. I think I need to go to that warehouse. Convince
Corey sat his father down in Greta's den where the dragon was peacefully taking a nice nap. She had woken up briefly to sniff Corey's hand, and give his full body a lick with her long rough tongue. Corey had dried himself off the saliva and proceeded to walk circles around his father. He was watching the man as he tensed in the chair. Between the mighty dragon and a powerful kid that he knew was about to do something horrible to him. So he hissed, "Do you worst. I'll never talk."Corey laughed at the irony hidden in those words. "But I haven't even said anything, you're the one talking." His father tensed even more, and Corey was having too much fun making a fool out of the man. But how he could he not have fun? Corey knelt by his father's feet, and his eyes started to glow in a way that was nearly blinding. His father blinked severally and tried to process what he was seeing. Then his eyes rolled, in the most painful way possible. He wasn't given the opportunity to scream. Corey w