Fantasy Computer Games Novels & Stories

DISCLAIMER!!! All characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ! !!!WARNING!!! ! Reader discretion is advised as this book contains scenes that may be triggering to sensitive readers and portrays some Dark Romance themes. This also book contains some sexual scenes with dubious consent, that sensitive readers may find upsetting! * this book is a work of fiction and the relationships portrayed should not be idealised and does not portray the real life views of the Author.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow. "I suppose you think you'll be able to do that, do you?" Michael growled. The goons drew their guns and fired, but Michael had seen this stuff in 'The Matrix' and there was not much different between a computer simulation and a dream. The bullets slowed to a stop feet away from him and hung in the air, spinning gently. Michael swept his hand out in a long arc and one of the goons flanking the spilled throne jerked violently sideways. He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck.

I don't know if it has her in a trance or something bebecause I would love to try it. Well, let me give you some details if the things she forgot to tell you.. Alice and She named the school Jeallyn's Gifted Academy , it sounds good right? 😆, I helped them a little, aren't I a good brother? They are both lazy so they employed two managers to handle each section. So lazy. The school is really blossoming, both and poor and rich attend. Though the money for the rich is higher then the poor. The school is packed and that gives us a lot of money, when I say 'US I meant me, Alice and Jean, I helped them out so they had to give me and, moreover, am her elder brother so it's a must.

They seemed like fragments of dreams, and were completely unreal. Freya did her best to recall one of those dream-like memories. And in the bits and pieces she could recall, she flew starships and fought against galactic powers. All of them certainly intrigued her - she remembered there was some space-based VRMMO back in her Old Earth. It was hugely popular, of course. But she was much more interested in the Ancient Roman MMO Umbra Mortalis and so never really paid much attention to most other games. Though she was sure that if she liked that other game instead, she would have been transported there, rather than there. And she probably wouldn’t have met Lucifer. They certainly wouldn’t be li

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"Let's play a game. I got this new cool game last week and I've been dying to play it with a good challenger. It's—" "A shooting game, isn't it?" He beamed. "Of course! But this one is in a fantasy setting. The MC gets transmigrated into an alternative earth. This version of Earth is—" "I don't want to play it. I'd rather play other genres but unfortunately, you don't like what I like so…" I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders. He stared at me quizzically. "What?" "Since when do you not like games that I like? We always play them together—"