"Okay, test it out." Corey told Pamela. They stood at the top deck, Mikayla had traded places with Corey so she could take a break. He's only job was to hold the wheel for a couple of hours and make little turns while she took a nap. It was the third day. They were steadily getting close to the Celestia's realm. There they would give the fruits to Iriel, complete the quest and plan for their next step. Pamela breathed in, glancing at the silver bracelet around her hand. "What happens if it does something worse and kills me instead?"Corey shrugged but she couldn't see it. Pamela stood in front of him, her neck twisting to search his face for a response. "If anything goes wrong, you'll appear in paradise.""Then how do I return here?""I have no idea but at least you wouldn't be dead."Pamela chewed at her bottom lip, fidgeting her fingers around. "You need to work on your comforting words. They have the opposite effect."Corey's chest rumbled as he laughed. "I'll try my best next t
They continued to walk, following the little giggle that was floating around. The group ended up in a hallway, surrounded by knights. Each wearing a similar crest to the one that had attack Corey. The further they walked, the more evolved each armor looked. They weren't moving. No sighs of breathing or anything to indicate life. These knight must be stronger than the one he fought. They were certainly trapped. If the Celestia brought any of the knights to live, they would be outnumbered. The whole hallway was lined up with knights. There was a single door at the end. It opened just like the front door. Without them touching it. Everything, again, was for a giant. The hallway was massive. Corey was stunned they even got to the door in time. The anticipation was killing him. And he could finally see the woman they'd been on a death quest to meet. Sitting on a throne of bone, was Iriel. Corey froze, her palish skin. Strange eyes, and moving tentacles that made for hair on her head.
By the time the light returned to Corey's eyes, it was already to late. He gasped and fought to get his brain to work. Corey gazed up at his surroundings, trying to remember where he was. If he was still jext to the Celestia. 'Iriel.' he thought with malice. She had been playing him like a toy. Speaking her truth like one of those know it all's that Corey hated in high school. Only, she acting knew the shit that she was spewing. How long had she watched him. She was different from the woman he had seen before. The one who had created the supernova, yet Corey saw the similarities. The Celestia could shift her form. He confirmed it by being awestruck. Seeing her beauty, and recalling the same laughter from the supernova incident did him no good in last hours. NewAge: YOU WERE REVIVED. IN YOUR LAST SAVE. 'Shit. She killed me?'NewAge: THAT WOULD BE THE GIST OF IT. 'That was faster than I expected.'NewAge: WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW? SHE WILL RETURN ANY MINUTE AS THOUGH NOTHING HAD HAPPE
Corey sat watching different memories, trying to understand what the Celestia wanted him to do. Was he not supposed to enter through this door? She said he hadn't unlocked the true ability. Which would make sense. He knew that already. She knew about his system, but for how long? Had she always known? Or did she come across that information recently?And if so, how could she have known about something she couldn't see? It made no sense to the teen no matter how many times he stirred his brain to think about it. Maybe there was a block that was preventing him from using NewAge to its full potential. Corey searched his memories for clues, nothing came up. Close to losing his mind, spotted another door. This one with chains on it.He stared at it for a long time wondering who thought of such a mess. Soon Corey was approaching the bounded door. Warning signs slapped all over the white wall. Causing a mess.There was a note attached to it. "Sometimes our greate
"She did something." Came his little whisper. What other explanation could there be? The Celestia had been speaking in riddles for so long, he should have known that she would try to pull a fast one on him. He had no evidence but surely, surely she had to have done something to Corey to make him this way. His aura hit Erogo like a bag of bricks."Such power…. Where have I felt this before?" There was something unmistakable about the aura. Something familiar, Erogo tried to recall where he had felt something close to being this strong and intense. He couldn't put his finger on it. Gripping the edge of the pillar he allowed his anger to boil. The Celestia was giving as good as Corey could give. So maybe there was hope of her killing him and he wouldn't have to worry about facing him. And if she failed, then he would have to take matters into his own hands and lock the teen's abilities the way he did hers. Which was quite scary now that he thought about it. She was going toe to toe, a
Corey had to think and fight. Something he thought was relatively easy, only to be proven wrong now that he was submerged in water with a being who was born and raised in it. The Celestia wasn't giving him any opportunity to even breathe. She struck him several times with her tentacles and Corey tried to both deflect, and attack. All the while thinking of a way to take her down. He couldn't throw an energy beam at her, water made it difficult to throw at a good coordination. He couldn't use anything with fire, the reason was relatively obvious.And using anything that could cause a spark of electricity would only make him suffer.He wondered how she could do it without feeling anything. And he couldn't swim from her. Not only was she big enough to catch up in a second, but she move one leg forward and it would hit Corey from wherever he was. There was no escaping anything she did. Especially her tentacles. They'd knocked him into the wall twice now, and their bolts
"We're spending the night here. At this…. Honestly it's quite beautiful, but she is creepy." Pamela whispered to the girls as they gathered snacks from the fridge the Celestia had led them too. She twisted her upper body to check for the woman and found her peeping at them from behind the corner. Eleanora spotted her as well, the Celestia lifts up her left hand and waves to them. "Yeah, I agree. She is creepy. She's treating us like a project. Analyzing our moves, and-""Is no one going to mention Corey? He's changed, drastically." Verosika doesn't hide the awestruck feeling in her tone. "He's smoking!" "Smoking what?!" Verosika tapped Yumiko at the back of her head. "Don't be a moron. He's hot. And different. What did she do to him?" Verosika swooned, trailing her gaze until it landed on Corey. He was poking Borba's flexed her arm, and Gogo squealed while Corey kept touching her bicep. Pamela removed her eyes from the Celestia. Who could have entered the kitchen but chose to wat
Strange numbness filled Corey's side, his eyes flashing to white before they went back to their normal color. He could hear several heartbeats, he could feel heated skins against his making him feel like he was trapped in a sauna. He squirmed, freeing his right arm and shaking the sweat off his forehead. Corey spotted Iriel, sitting on a stool watching him. She had on his hoodie, legs kept apart with a cup of tea in one hand. She raised her left brow at him, and he reached out an arm. Her tentacles wrapped around it, pulling Corey into the air then setting him on his feet.He thought up grey pants, and a black shirt."How long have you been up?""Four hours.""And you were just watching us sleep?""No, I went to make some tea. Then I put Pamela on the bed, along with Mikayla-"Corey glanced back to the massive bed, all the women were there. Including the two she just mentioned. Who hadn't joined their initial rump."You brought them from their rooms here?"Iriel gave him a sharp bo
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