Minecraft Story Mode Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Max: "Easy....because you were chattering about our village and how it was in your childhood compared to the game and your dressing sense apparently hasn't seemed to change....." Lucifer: ..... .. ..... ... .. . .. Yes...Lucifer and Max were childhood friends who were once the best of buddies with childhood adventures together (Especially, when they drew a fake moustache on their neighboring aunt who used to scold them every time they climbed her mango trees) and like many friendship stories, They too had to leave each other when Max had to shift from their humble farming town to the city for his dad’s business which was a huge contrast from young Max's experience of yellow sunflower maze wi

He sat there motionless, transforming himself into something that didn't exist in the air. Because the other mystic didn't want to kill Lucas, he took Kyra and Miren away when he saw Lucas's bowing attitude. It's a gloomy night. In the darkness of night, there was not a single moon or star in the sky. The occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of frogs and insects in the dense bushes were the only sounds to be heard. With her back to an enormous tree, the mystic placed Miren at the foot of a large stone.

“Why—why is he doing this?” “Because he can’t stand losing,” I said, glancing at Maddox’s unconscious body. “But now he’s lost everything.” Silence stretched between us. Then softly, she said, “I thought I've lost both of you.” I exhaled, leaning against my bike as the adrenaline faded. “I’m Mordred, Kianna. I would rather die than to lose to a rich boy who tried playing a gangster for the day.” She giggled a little bit. “Hurry up and come back.”Then the line went quiet—just her breathing, fragile and human, cutting through the night.

Zane suggested, and Rodrick chuckles and nods. "I'd like to speak with you, father after I show them my home," Mystrel mumbles softly to Zane and he nodded. "Come, love, let's go check it out," Rodrick grins. I nod my head and stand. Mystrel walked past us and eyed me curiously with a grin, exposing his fangs. I smile slightly and follow my mate and the strange blue-eyed Mystrel. "So how did you both meet each other," Mystrel questions Rodrick.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

My legs hit a stool and I collapsed onto it, mumbling into my elbow, “I am not qualified for this storyline.” I mean— Let’s review, shall we? Rejected by my mate? ✅ Cursed by the Moon Goddess? ✅ Abandoned, disowned, and dumped in the haunted woods with a feral glam chicken and a sass-rabbit named Mr. Yellow? ✅✅ Currently having conversations with a mildly aggressive potato named Gregory? ✅ Practicing illegal forest magic in an exiled traitor witch’s spellroom? ✅ And now being called a “mate” by the Alpha King of all bloody Scotland, aka Tall, Dark, and Has-Wings?

I rock up, lose my mind with him for a few hours somewhere in the wilderness, then get back to normality. It’s meant to be easy for us both, no strings attached. He’s a White Forest Warrior, I’m a pack-less curiosity. No ties, no loyalty. Shaking out my messy long black hair, wincing at the fresh scrapes up my back from the more jagged bricks I keep my tone light. “I have to go, I need to get to Shadowlands before the storm.” “What storm?” looking up at the blue sky with a squint. “Trust me, there’s one coming tonight, a big one” I smiled, wondering how much of my red lipstick was left on my lips given the very red neck Maddox now sported. It clashed gorgeously with his boyish ashy hair.

Maddox shakes me, hauling me upright. “Oh, my Goddess,” I cry, turning to where Mystica is laying in her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. I reach for her, bending out of Maddox’s embrace. I clasp her hand, tears streaming down my face. “Mystica, how old were you when you went into the water fall?”

I cower thinking of the one-time Max put her on his bike and took a picture of her, it lasted five seconds but apparently Rory had someone watching us for a long time. "Mr. Mahoney, I'm sure the picture looks bad, but the Nightmare Warriors are friends of mine. They are no part at all, a danger to my child. She loves them, they are like a bunch of uncles." I don't mention the relationship I have with their Road Captain, figured that small bit of information would be best left out.

Stella POV. My date was going great, I was enjoying my time very much with Milo, he made me laugh, and he took me to the movie although it wasn't the best movie ever, I enjoyed it along with him, we had a nice chat about wolves and vampires, he kept trying to talk to me about being a wolf, and although it's very funny, I don't think it could happen in real life. "I'd say that you are high as the sky," I say, he made me giggle, but he kept talking about wolves as if they were real, I always loved playing pretend, but he took it to another level, and I enjoyed it.