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..
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
Rain pours heavily in the back ground as a young fit male walks into his home. He hadn’t bothered with an umbrella, instead preferring the nearly freezing temperatures of the rain to bathe his tattered skin. The risk of getting hypothermia doesn’t enter his mind. Well it did when he first stepped out, but he no longer cared. Corey glanced at the empty living room. Snoring roared rampantly from the somewhere in the kitchen, that was the sign he always took whenever he arrived from his part time job at the small town bakery. The snoring meant his step father had drank too much and was taking a light nap before he would rain hell on Corey and his wife. He was incredibly predictable, and if Corey wanted, he could kill the man with ease. But being a teen genius didn’t make him a murderer. And no matter how much he hated his step father, he would never actually harm the man. That would only lead his mother into a depressed state. Feeling the sombre way he always did, he walked the way up t
“Did you hear about the new game?” One of Corey’s classmates asked. He was pressing his face to closely into another students face. Feeling unpleasant, the student smacked him on the head. Creating a distance between them.“Have you ever heard of mouth wash and personal space?” the student bit back. Turning his head to the empty board. The teacher had gotten so bored he fell asleep before the class ever started. No student dared to wake him up.Their math teacher had the makings of a demon. They preferred him fast asleep and harmless, than wide awake. He happened to be the only teacher who punished students for the dumbest of reasons. Corey had been one of the teacher’s favorite to pick on. Not because the boy was weird, quiet, or even because he sometimes showed up to school late with torn clothes. He was picked on being to smart. You see Corey’s math teacher, Devil as the kids called him, loved when students failed. It made punishing them so much sweeter. But for Corey, the school’s
“Rise and shine, Corey! Today is your lucky day!” a male voice shrieks, startling Corey out of what he thought was slumber. He shook his head from one side to the other, that can’t be right. His body was light, too light. Corey tried to remember what happened. I was plugging in my new game. The lock keeper. Then…. Right. The memory flooded back just as the male began talking again. “Get up, Corey.” He did, mostly out of curiosity. This man sounded nothing like his step father. Or his mother for very obvious reasons. The man didn’t sound human either, the psychotic bite followed with each word. Who is this man? Corey thought to ask. The stranger answered his unasked question. “I am-” Corey got to his feet, eyes still slammed shut. He forced them apart, and gaped. “- the god of games!! Welcome to the lock keeper.” The most cinematic scene played out before Corey’s eyes. A vast patch of greenery surrounded him, the trees taller than skyscrapers. Jellyfishes dangled off each branch,
Eleanora continued to gaped at Corey's skill. Her dragon has been anything but obedient since she hatched it. It made the other dragon mages doubt her skill, and with her rank standing at level five, she was considered as the weakest. Corey kept the bonus he had just attained to himself. He was formulating a plan to get the mage to help h, and phase one was just completed. He had won over Greta, and caught the interest of the dragon's owner. He only needed to wait for-"Teach me." Eleanora pleaded, then made a wincing sound as she considered the plea to be a show of weakness. She drew a dagger from a porch strapped around her thigh. Corey had his back to her but he knew. Without the system warning him of an approaching danger, that Eleanora was about to do something. "I can teach you. It's rather easy, but I would need something in return."She paused, flipping the blade in her hand. She advanced towards Corey with careful steps. He still did not move. Corey considered the woman to
“And what might this quest be?” Eleanora asked, folding her arms underneath her breast. The noble caught the movement with desire. He cleared his throat. "I need a bag full of creepers before the sun sets.” She tossed a glance to Corey, who was deep in his mind plotting the death of the noble. And how long he would drag out his torture. In his old life, Corey let his bullies get away with everything. Why? He could go to jail for dumping acid down their throats. He did not want that. It would make him the same as his worthless biological father. And his mother, she would be left with his step father. There were a bucket full for reasons why he never struck back against his bullies. Corey maintained an empty expression, worrying Eleanora and the noble. He was bleeding and yet his expression showed no sign of pain, or that he had even felt what happened to him. He gave Eleanora a small, timid nod of acceptance. “Okay.” She stuttered out. Suddenly feeling the chilling wind of Corey’s
The sun was on the verge of setting by the time Corey and Eleanora arrived at the chariot motel. Another thing Corey noticed was completely different. The word motel means a low cost, short stay hotel. It’s commonly smaller than a hotel, and known for not being the cleanest or safest places to lodge. This motel, was grand. Exquisite, and jaw dropping to look at. The second you step in its vicinity, the smooth scent of cherry blossoms and lavender wafted through your nostrils. It was majestic on the outside, ceramic pillars and golden doors. Corey, ever so curious, wondered how much it would take for him to spend a night here. He would need to sleep once he had eaten. And what better place than this? He spotted the lanky figure of the noble, but he wasn’t alone. Eleanora swore the man’s name once she saw the men standing next to him. Northern altheim’s elite guards. Assigned to every member of the elite’s club. Their armor glistened beneath the sun’s gaze. “We have to leave. Those