Fantasy Simulator Novels & Stories

Said Merek before disappearing. About the Author Stefan Simmons is a man of with an imagination an a lot of creative Ideas. He likes to share his ideas through his books and wants to share them with everyone. When he’s not writing he’s either playing video games, hanging with friends or reading. Reading helps him learn new words that he can use in his own story or inspires him with new ideas.

"I did not." The System finally broke its silence, its tone stiff and mechanical. "I merely simulated a high-risk scenario to expedite mission progress." "Expedite?" I laughed harshly. "What if Kendrick hadn't made it in time? Would I be the one bleeding out on the pavement instead?" "Impossible. My calculations indicated a 100% probability that he would intercept the attack on your behalf." "So, that gives you the right to gamble with my life whenever it suits you?" I sneered. "How are you any different from Kendrick? You're working together, aren't you?"

Simon for a determinant reply. "Not really, she isn't mentally stable therefore finds it difficult to make judgments or understand her environment closely But I believe with you around and Dr. Stanley, she will get better but I warn you..... The chances of her walking again are very thin. Her bone was seriously affected. We'll hope in the physiotherapy and on God" Maureen sighed painfully needing to express her deepest sorrow before the old gullible man. "Oh dear heavens please take pity on my poor self and help me. So this requires a lot of money right?" She asked tightening her hold on her left palm.

It was called Street Sprinter. If he played these games enough times, the action would be so familiar to Zen in his head that even if his physical body was incapable of performing these actions from the lack of proper muscles required to pull them off, the repeated motion from the VR simulations in his head would give him a powerful in-game ability to replicate the moves.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

… Laggas’ eyes that narrowed emitted crackling electricity due to anger as he and Reyan stared at the fake newborn fairy that they had caught. “A fake one… is it?” Reyan muttered as he scrutinized the fake newborn fairy whose wings were pinched by his index finger and thumb, making it unable to fly. The fake newborn fairy trembled in fear when it saw Laggas’ entire body now emitting electricity. But, it doesn’t know why, for some reason, as it looked at Reyan, it felt that Reyan was more terrifying than Laggas even if Reyan was smiling at it. It didn’t dare to move and its body turned stiff while letting Reyan poke its tiny body.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Damon shot back at him. That answer knocked the air out of him more than an argument would have. The room felt too warm. Too small. Simon ran a hand through his hair. “When are you booking it?” Simon asked. His voice didn’t sound like his own. “Today.” Damon didn’t hesitate. Simon stood there for a second like his body hadn’t caught up yet. Then he sat back down slowly, like his knees decided for him. The game was still running. His character stood in the middle of the map, getting shot at. He didn’t move..

Just like she had when she was electrocuted, she jerked, and began to trash around, fighting to take the rag off, fighting the simulation of drowning. *His evil chuckle filled the room. It worked! When the jug was empty, he let her tilt her head to the side as she tried desperately to breathe in an almost impossible situation. Not more than a few seconds later, another jug full of water found its way into her face. Her attempts at screams were muffled as she breathed water.*