Minecraft Story Mode Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

“This is my time, that’s all, to save my people, pack, and family.” Mischief snorted. “What are you…little me?” “Less of the little.” Mischief brushed his hand across Moon’s — yep, those leather trousers were seriously tight — pants. “I butture you that I can tell.” Awkwardly, I perched on the edge of the bed, and my guys stiffened. I couldn’t do this without telling Moon how I felt, even though this was less romantic even than my marriage proposal to Alex. I didn’t appear to be the chocolates and roses style sorceres, more the deadly injection and imminent death type.

"Not always. Let's say that you're just unlucky. So are we good now? Or you wish to continue this zipping and padlock game?" "No, no! We're good." he hastily said. "Good then. By the way, welcome to Psycho squad. If you work hard enough, you can be our main jungler someday and no, unless we don't want you anymore. You aren't allowed to leave." He nodded and she patted his shoulder. "I'll talk to my friends. You'll get to play with us tomorrow in MCL. One of them will go solo." "Okay." he nodded. "Will you please have some spine? You don't know how to complain? You are a fox shifter. Have some spine. Even Elena, a rabbit shifter, has so much spine in arguments. Why are you so timid?"

Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

I exhaled, running a hand down my face. "Alright, what kind of story do you want to hear?" "How you and Mama met!" Skyla piped in. I'm sure they’ve heard this shit a thousand times, and because I had to fucking censor it, I don’t even remember what the fuck Kiara or I have told them before… "Right… So, I was chasing this monster, and it led me towards the Blood Moon pack territory, then I saw your mother who was this amazing white wolf with burning purple eyes. So, I killed the fucker and saved Kiara from being killed."

He struts into the house, plastering a grin on his face for Dorothy. I glance across the grounds where Mallory is sitting on the small porch in front of her house with a cup, watching me. ‘He’s denying it.’ I mutter through a link to her. ‘I get it.’ She tells me ‘He is a Hunter, she is a Lycan. I don’t know what’s going on.’ ‘He’s in denial, or maybe it’s his own way of torturing Maddie.’ ‘No, not him. The Moon Goddess is the one that pairs us, right? Why would she do this?’

As Mj sat silently perched on the top of Casper’s large and severely muscular thigh, she listened to him and his friends drone on about drinks and drugs and how much money you could stuff up she-wolfs g-string just hoping for a sliver of information that might be useful and not make this entire night a waste of time. Mj shifted softly on his lap as she began to scan the other lounges she could see and caught sight of a familiar wild set of short dreads as Moxie and Jay ducked into one of the booth’s. Mj tried not to roll her eyes as she thought about what it must have taken for the Commander to get back here after she fought so hard to prove to him that she was ready to be a hunter, she coul

But instead of being his slave, I became his wife's, Lady Candice of Bluestoria, slave! Here I am walking, once again not paying attention to where I am going, and suddenly, I slip, falling on the frozen icicles. "Ouch! That hurts!" I say to him as I look down to see my ankle bleeding from the icicle leaves that grazed my leg when I slipped. I bend down and press my fingers into the cut to stop it from bleeding. Once it is contained, I get up and continue to walk and tell my story. LD

Now in a slump, I barely listened as they talked about how to defeat the three-headed Hellhound. The thing I hated the most was how realistic the NPC’s stories were. As hard as I tried to remind myself that they were just computer programs, it still broke my heart. I wished that Luka hadn’t made it so that the Dragon would have to mourn over her unhatched egg. “Come on.” Luka urged as he took my hand in his and led me into the dungeon.

My vision becomes dark and before I could feel the pain of his sharp teeth in my body I suddenly passed out. Jessie's POV I smiled while typing in front of my laptop. I'm very excited to publish my new story. I'm sure my readers will gonna love this. A normal girl who hates werewolves falls in love with an Alpha. And the female protagonist's character is my sister who hates wolves. Very exciting. Thanks to my sister that's why I thought of this story. She inspired me to write a wonderful story.