Good Litrpgs Novels & Stories

"Why can't I?" Rowena's smile grew wider. She pulled an invitation from her delicate clutch, ignored Alaric, and offered it to me instead. "I'm merely escorting the Guild Master to present a gift. Oh, and Aurora," she added, her eyes glittering. "You must visit my new 'Saga Hall' sometime. It honors the Black Moon's greatest pureblood heroes. A very... generous patron funded it. Someone who believes only the purest legacies are worth remembering."

Aliaria’s Point of View It wasn’t today that I have been accused of bad luck following me. That has to be the only explanation that made sense. Either that or the moon goddess was after me. I looked at the listings again to make sure that I wasn’t misreading anything or there was a mistake somewhere but there was none. The ones in charge of these games made sure it was really easy to read these lists. Even now, our pictures were right there besides our names. I looked at the picture again, feeling the terror already mounting I know I’m good at combat but one look at my opponent and I knew that it wouldn’t be easy.

Everything. I remember everything. And there it is. The hatred from the first year of highschool which marked the beginning and the end of the bullying session before I had an accident at fifteen. Just good. Very good. She's really boogie's daughter. And yes, Vittorio and I named her boogie when we were locked in the dark dungeon. We were not scared of the dark because father taught us not to be scared of dark places, but hunger? I was starved for hours and Vittorio… I can't even start thinking about how much the poor boy had suffered. If I were him, I would hate her too. But…