Neliarax

Chapter 13—Wraiths in the Walls

She ran.

Her legs carried her swiftly and silently, her body moving with the fluid grace of a natural predator. The stone corridors blurred past her, a dizzying array of ancient ruins and forgotten pathways. Her breath came in quick, panting bursts, her chest heaving with the exertion.

Chapter 12—Hunting in the Dungeon

The dungeon's cold, damp air clung to her fur, a constant reminder of the tomb-like atmosphere of this underground world. She padded silently, ears perked, senses keenly attuned to the subtle shifts in the air around her. She had always been a hunter, a creature of instinct and predatory cunning,...

Chapter 11—The Start Of The First Hive

—Hive Management

I focused my attention inward. As the system had hinted, I was no longer just a parasite. I could build something here. A place that was mine, that would shelter my Thralls and nurture my ever-hungry form. I needed to make the most of this brief reprieve.

T...

Chapter 10—The Ecstasy of Hunger

The first bite was a rush.

The flesh I devoured wasn't just sustenance—it was potential. It was the promise of a new me, of something stronger and more resilient.

As I fed, I could feel myself changing, evolving. My tiny larval body was expanding, growing stronger with each bite. 2025-09-14 23:33:40 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 9—Rest and Upgrades

I had a moment of silence in the bone-strewn chamber. It wasn’t just the lack of immediate threat that allowed me this reprieve; it was also the realization of how much had changed in such a short time.

I was not the same as when I first awoke.

—Wave 1?

I was certai...

Chapter 8—The Bone Gauntlet

I had been a pawn in this game. But now it was my turn to become the player.

As the two skeletons bore down on me, I realized it wasn’t about power. Not anymore. It was about survival. My will against their mindless aggression. As the pressure mounted, a clarity settled over my consciousn...

Chapter 7—The Cold Hunger

The dungeon was not like anything I could have expected. There were no flickering torches lining rough-hewn walls, no mildew stink of rot, and no damp air pressing heavy in my throat. Instead, a sterile, bone-white glow emanated from nowhere and everywhere at once, reflecting coldly off slick, sm...

Chapter 6—The Feast Within

The manticore’s fungal mane bristled as it sensed the wrongness before it. My wolf’s lips peeled back in a grin that wasn’t its own, exposing blood-slick teeth. I flexed its claws experimentally, delighting in the grotesque marionette strings of muscle bending to my will.

Each bite wa...

Chapter 5—First Quest Failure

As I sat nestled within the direwolf's muscular tissue—a stowaway on an unwilling journey—I was privy to a symphony of information, conducted not by a masterful composer but by the wolf's own primal senses.

—We're being stalked.

The direwolf had stopped in its tracks, t...

Chapter 4—The Predator's Den

I was a parasite that had become a player. And that realization changed everything. Suddenly, the meat around me was more than a cage; it was an interface, a conduit to a larger world. One that was, for the first time since I'd woken here, knowable.

It was my megazord, a robotic vehicle in ...

Chapter 3—Gamer of Flesh

The words hovered in front of me, cold and expectant.

[System Message]

Congratulations, [Player Name: ¿?], your Hunger Meter has been reset.

Please select your preferred User Name.

In a flash, everything shifted.

I'...

Chapter 2—Hunger

My stomach is cramped. An empty ache quickly gave way to a rumble. The sensation cut through my confusion and fear like a knife, leaving behind only one singular truth. No matter who I was or had been, right then, hunger was all that mattered.

I shuddered and clenched against the feeling. B...

Chapter 1: The Warm Dark

Awake.

Awareness hit like a freight train, a jolting realization of self. I was alive, sentient. But it wasn't a soft wake in a warm bed. That moment was harsh and sudden, like a plunge into ice water.

The darkness was everywhere, an impenetrable blanket that my mind could not pierce....

Chapter 15 — Hymn Of The Broken Mirror

It was the sound of raindrops that filled the silence in front of The Author, the patter of water against glass. It was the sound of a symphony, an orchestra of a thousand notes, playing a song that had been written in the stars themselves, in a language that was as old as the universe.

"So...

Chapter 14 — Checkmate

"There are names that burn like fire, and names that vanish like smoke. But only one name is carved into the silence itself." — Echo Of The First Monarch.

The Queen of Broken Mirrors had returned to face The Author, leaving the two boys to their fate—whatever it might have been...

Chapter 13 — The Gospel of the Shattered

Footsteps, breath, the scrape of staff—each sound folded shut, one by one, until only their pulses remained. Then even that softened. Dust hung undecided and settled. Cold pooled at their ankles; the air thinned like a held note.

The floor looked back at them—stone turned to mirrors—a...

Chapter 12 — The One Who Witnessed

He began to twirl his staff. Then he spun it around himself, his form blurring as the staff cut the air with a chilling whistle, each movement precise and powerful. The wind from his spinning weapon morphed into wind blades, sharp and lethal, flying in multiple directions at the two boys. JB and ...

Chapter 11 — The Witness of Witnesses

In front of the duo, a lone man in an ancient garb walked in, the door of the room closing behind him, and he looked at the duo with curious, yet calm, golden eyes that seemed to have witnessed many a storm, many a battle, and many a tragedy through his marble mask. "You're still alive." He mutte...

Chapter 10 — "The Storyteller"

"Splendid." The word slid out of the author's lips, a snake-like whisper of twisted delight that echoed across the shattered remnants of his own creation. "I did not expect less of you," he clapped, the gesture of approval reverberating throughout the fragmented void, each clapping a punctuation ...

Chapter 9 — Insight

When we're young, we tend to think that our lives are special, unique, and important. We feel that the story that is being woven is about us, and only us, that the spotlight shines on our existence, and on our struggles and triumphs.

But, the sad, cold truth is that none of tha...