Fantasy Simulator Novels & Stories

But I won’t tolerate any misbehaviour or rebels in my supervision because let me make it clear, I love taming the wilds". He said with a smirk and cold eyes. If Benjamin had not known him for ages, he would be scared too. Noah was explaining the basic rules for Sotus and the punishments. Everyone was clearly sweating on how to survive the month under the fierce head hazer. It was a pin drop silence in the hall. Everyone was suddenly focused on a particular girl who was acting careless. Benjamin narrowed his gaze at her when she whispered something to her friend.. And it was clearly about his man. Something about luring him. He scoffed. He turned his attention back to Noah who was also glarin

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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.

He played a couple of hundred matches, and while he lost most of them, he still managed to put together a few thousand gold for a new purchase. When Shifter66 visited the game's online market, he somehow wavered his attention to a line of feminine models. A young man like him already started to pay some attention to the girls in his school. He channeled that energy to the graceful models on display. He picked a random direction to explore further, coming upon the old but still fairly popular Fantasia series. While the boy only halfheartedly inspected the models, he made an abrupt stop once the random selection displayed a highly unusual variant. The boy held out his palm, freezing the image

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

But what stood out were the filenames. Each began with the same header: JW-BEHAV-SIM. Julian stared at the screen. And read the filenames aloud: JW-BEHAV-SIM-23-AGG-PROT JW-BEHAV-SIM-24-ADAPT-DISCRETE JW-BEHAV-SIM-25-CONFLICT-NEG JW-BEHAV-SIM-26-RISK-VERT Julian’s voice was steady. Too steady. “He’s… building simulations of me.”

"What do you want from me? What more can you take?" Simon chuckled, the sound echoing through the room like a haunting melody. "I want nothing more than to witness the unfolding drama, Alpha. You are but a player, a pawn, in a game far beyond your understanding." With a flourish, Simon began to weave the threads of magic, his hands tracing arcane patterns in the air. The room crackled with an otherworldly energy as the spell took shape, an ethereal force ready to be harnessed.

I dragged her over to the cash paying checkpoint where Simon stood waiting. He had a curious look on his face when he saw me approach with my mum. I quickly made introductions, smiling inwardly at the look on Simon's face. He looked like he had seen an angel, and I understood his predicament, for my mother really was a beautiful woman, who still had an impressive figure, although she had a worn out look on her otherwise amazing face. “Simon, you don't think Dr. Mike will mind meeting my mum, do you?” I asked.

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

But I guess I need to use a lot of energy by doing that. _________ Lyca" Now that I look like the mythical creature every move that he makes I'm copying. To let the story short all the things he did I simulate. Haha, It's so funny seeing him frustratingly throwing his hands and his fingers and then trying to attack me but he is too busy avoiding my attack as well because I simulated him. "Roar! If I could hit you again I will surely kill you All at once! You make me frustrated by simulated all my move" the mythical creature said.