Lit-RPG Novels & Stories

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

Dante was always the weakest when the curse took effect. Shadow, Creep and Ghost stood before their prey as prey themselves. We shifted. "Throw your best shot Hrigh it is a game of chess and you don't win until all our players are down and we have no move left." I challenged him. I was always one for a good fight and I wanted one before I was too weak to fight further. Cracking of bones sounded amongst the rustling of leaves and whistling of birds and Ghost launched at Hrigh's wolf.

He might have gone mad out of fear or the sight of seeing his mum in the group. Cage pushed the door open and entered inside. "You're not supposed to go in," the only lady in their midst finally said to Lara. "Why?" "You're a wolf. He is a mad Lycan. You could get yourself killed," she told her. "Thank you but I can manage." She said before entering inside. Cage held her hand and his eyes glowed. The place was pitch dark. He was using his beast's eyes to look around the room. Lara also had to use her wolf's eyes. They walked in carefully. The seat where the boy was tied was broken and the boy was nowhere to be found.

Lirien’s tablet pulses, her voice urgent, “The altar’s ahead, Aelys—go!” I reach ging the altar, a crystalline nexus pulsing with Veil and Overveil, the rogues’ ritual in progress, their orbs glowing with stolen light. Their leader—an oracle, her crystalline form radiating corrupted starlight, her eyes twin voids—turns, her voice a hymn of chaos. “Child of the Veil, you’re too late.” I channel my cosmic essence, the ritual beginning, my hymn merging light and shadow. “Veil, sever them!” The altar flares, starlight flooding the nexus, the rogues’ orbs fracturing, their Overveil link weakening.

As he spoke, Amanda appeared behind him, her smile bursting like fireworks in the air. I turned around to face her, only to be met with a smug, triumphant grin. The fresh mark on her neck gleamed in the light—like a cruel symbol of victory. My heart trembled violently at the sight of that fresh mark, and I could feel my wolf sobbing in a low, pained voice. I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to look away from the crimson imprint that now stained Amanda's neck.

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

The smell of cigarettes, cold ashes and musty clothes had already eaten into the mortar. But all that faded as soon as the eyes fell on the large cage behind the door, out of which small, insane eyes stared out as if they wanted to hypnotize me. They belonged to a lizard-like body. The head with the little button eyes was just as scaly as the legs. The rest of the body is covered with elongated fur in beige. The neck seemed too long for the body. Although it was barely larger than a rat, it had the appearance of a small fur-covered dragon. Lacerta proles. There's this guy who keeps a pillicula as a pet.

Rio was a sorceress, the hammer, her wand. "Come on! Hit me like you mean it!" Evie demanded, swinging her cutlass hard enough to strike a few sparks. Her face was flushed from the exertion, but she didn't want to stop any time soon. Her small frame dodged my attacks, doing a cute little spin before she lunged with fervor. With a chuckle, I ducked under her attack, grasping her arm gently and drawing her close to my body. Her lips parted as I held out her dominant arm, disarming her.