Lit-RPG Novels & Stories

LYRA ☾⋆⁺₊✧ ───── ✧₊⁺⋆☽ The hourglass flipped for me. Fine sand began its slow fall. Every eye in the arena locked on the city girl in the scrap of white lingerie and sheer net.

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”

I said in frustration. "Fucking hell Charlotte. Do the right thing for once and tell me what you're planning!" Luca growled. His eyes shifted once again and I could see his canines beginning to sharpen. I knew he wasn't even bothering to fight against his wolf and that was dangerous. "I-I-I-" "Stop with the bloody stuttering and tell me what you've done," he growled out once again. His fists were now clenched at his side and I could see his claws beginning to emerge.

"Who the hell do you think you are a girl?" Glaring at him, my hand tightened around the dagger. "You dare torture a symbol of our hope?" I hissed. Laughing, the guard turned to a few other men that had gathered. "I'll say my question again." Leaning closer, his breath fanned over my face. "Who the hell... do you think you are, girl?" Raising the dagger to his throat, I felt anger seep into my veins. My body started to tingle as my vision became clearer. "I am Abagail Stone. Dragon Rider of Aurora." Pushing the blade closer to his throat, I watched his eyes move to my left.

I finish with a wink. He splutters, seemingly impressed. "You are one impossible woman, Lilith Russo." When playing a game, sometimes you gave to act dumb in order to make strategic moves that will eventually lead to your big win, if I played my cards right, I could beat Rayne De Luca at his own sick game of power play. The thought alone makes me freaking excited. I stretch my hand with a scoff. "Your black card, husband?"

The clash of steel and the snarl of wolves filled the valley, a deafening symphony of war that shook the ground beneath their feet. Aria fought at the front, her blade a streak of silver as she cut through Kieran’s advancing wolves. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and churned earth. All around her, the warriors of Moonfall and Blackwood collided with Kieran’s forces, their howls reverberating through the cliffs like the echoes of ancient gods.

He opens his mouth then closes it again. “Do you want to say something Logan? It's okay.” I tell him gently. He looks over at me then back to Darrien who is still kneeling beside him. “You're a Magic like Ryann aren't you?” he blurts out. He then blushes, but he's so pale and ill looking that it looks more like he has been running a marathon than anything else. Darrien nods. “I'm a Magic, but not the same as Ryann. I'm a Shifter.” He explains. Logan's eyes open wide.

Lyra POV My feet slapped against the cold ground, breath ragged and limbs trembling as I ran. My heart thundered fiercely in my chest, the beat drumming loud against my ears. I could hear them, the rogues. Their growl tore through the forest in waves, but I never looked back. I didn’t want anything to slow me down. “A little further.” I whispered into the air, begging my tired limbs to push harder. Then I tripped. I fell to the floor in one swoop, the breath knocked out of me. I groaned, dragging my feet against the floor as pain seared through me.

It was beautiful — more beautiful than any place she had ever seen, a world untouched by the Blight, untouched by sorrow. But it was not untouched by war. The armies came from the north and the south, not wolves but something else — shapes that flickered between forms, creatures of light and shadow who wore their power like armor. They clashed on the plain, and the golden grass burned. The sky cracked. The river boiled. The mountains shattered. Lira saw wolves among them — ancient wolves, larger than any she knew, their pelts shimmering with runes and their eyes blazing with power she could not comprehend. They fought alongside the light-creatures and the shadow-creatures, and they died alon

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.