Novels by Samster_x

~Laurent The morning light broke through the cracks in the curtain, a pale stripe across my face. I groaned and rolled onto my side, blinking at the faint hum that always came before the shimmer. [Status Menu] It spread across my vision, neat and precise as ever. Name: Laurent Draven Level: 2 Strength: 29 Agility: 10 Endurance: 11 Perception: 6 Intelligence: 8 Skills: • Blood Instinct • Night Vision • Claw Manifestation • Fang Bite • Shadow Step • Blood Recovery Weapons: • Fang & Talon (Twin Daggers) I swiped the screen and a new icon blinked at the corner of my vision: [Inbox: 1 New Message] A familiar tension crawled up my spine as I tapped it open. [Daily Task Generated] Mission: Enter the Crimson Hollow and retrieve the Heart of the Abyss. Defeat the guardian, Gorath the Warden. Rewards: New weapon, +20 attribute points, possible rare skill unlock. Penalty: Loss of half current stats. Physical trauma. I stared at it for a moment.

~Laurent “Laurent? What are you doing here?” The voice made my heart stop. I froze where I was, still half-kneeling in the grass, blood drying on my sleeve. I turned slowly, dreading who I’d see. Ciela stood a few paces away, sunlight curling through her yellow hair like gold wire. Her brown eyes widened as she took in the sight of me. “I—uh…” My brain scrambled. I couldn’t exactly tell her I’d just returned from fighting a crypt full of undead. “I dropped something. Must’ve rolled under the shrubs.” Her brows lifted. “You’re lying on the ground because of a lost pencil?” I forced a weak laugh. “Not a pencil. Something more important. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure I’ll find it. What are you doing out here though?” Something in her face softened. She hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Was looking for you. Thought you ran into trouble again.” “I’ll be more careful to avoid those from now on so you’ll be able to rest. You have other things to worry about othe

~Laurent I opened my eyes and was greeted by the ray of sun that creeped in through the window. I got off my bed and stretched, yawning. As if waiting for me to get up, an inevitable shimmer burned across my vision. [Status Menu] • Strength: 29 • Agility: 10 • Endurance: 11 • Perception: 6 • Intelligence: 8 Current Level: 2 Skills available: Blood Instinct, Night Vision And then the part that I never looked forward to showed up: [Daily Task Generated] Raid the Ashen Crypt and slay the Master. Reward: New skills, extra points Penalty: Loss of current points, extreme pain I let out a shaky breath and rubbed my face with both hands. "I feel this thing is on a mission to kill me." I hadn't heard too much about the Ashen Crypt but from the little I'd learned. I knew it wasn't a place that people visited often especially not alone and it was my task for the day not to only visit there but also slay the master. How was I going to do that?! I dragged myself upright anywa

~Laurent Ciela sat alone, her hair spilling like starlight over her shoulder, her fork barely touching the food on her plate. Her gaze drifted, unfocused, as if she wasn’t really here at all. My legs carried me before I could think. I slid onto the bench across from her. Her fork froze midair. She looked up—and her eyes widened. Her mouth parted, a soft gasp breaking free. “…Laurent?” I gave a nervous smile. “Yeah… I’m back.” She set her fork down, staring at me like I was a ghost. “I—I thought you were still in the hospital. You… you shouldn’t even be walking yet.” I shrugged, though my chest still ached faintly. “But I am. No need to worry.” A flicker of relief crossed her face before she caught it and straightened. “How are you feeling?” “Better than I expected.” I flexed my fingers, as if to prove it. “And you? After… everything.” Her lips pressed tight. A shadow passed over her eyes. “…Trying. Nights are the hardest.” “Why did you come back to school? You could’ve take

~Laurent I woke with a gasp—air tearing into my lungs like I had been drowning for centuries. My eyes darted around. White walls. A ceiling fan that clicked faintly as it spun. Curtains drawn halfway across a window where sunlight streamed in too warm, too gentle, too alive. My trembling hands flew to my chest, then my arms, then my legs. My body was whole. No bones shattered, no blood dripping. My ribs—weren’t they broken? My skin—wasn’t it flayed? I flexed my fingers, watching them curl and uncurl in disbelief. “I… I’m alive?” My own whisper startled me. The door creaked open. Several men in crisp uniforms entered, their footsteps measured, their expressions tight but relieved. Administrative staff from the Academy. “Laurent,” one of them exhaled. “Thank goodness you’re awake.” I sat up weakly, voice rasping. “What happened? Where am I?” “You’re in a hospital.” He replied. “What about the monsters? Did you kill them? Do you know where they came from?” I asked. The man at t

~Laurent Everyone was frozen in fear for about a minute before we turned on our heels. Adrenaline pumped through our veins, fueling our speed. My feet pounded against the dirt, frantic and desperate. Behind me, I heard the sound of bones snapping, claws raking flesh, and the unending roar of the monster chasing us. The monster was catching those too slow to keep up and ripping them apart. “Don’t look back!” Ciela’s voice cracked with panic. Her hand gripped mine like iron, dragging me forward when my legs threatened to give way. But the screams—they wouldn’t stop. Every few seconds another one rang out, high-pitched, choked, then cut short. A boy I knew from class, gone. A girl whose laugh used to echo across the cafeteria, gone. I could hear them being caught, shredded, crushed, but I couldn’t turn. If I turned, I’d freeze. If I froze, I’d die. My chest burned, my ribs screamed in protest, and tears blurred my eyes. I wanted to shout, to beg, to stop running. But Ciela’s han