Minecraft Story Mode Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Wait, what did you just call him?" "Master, of course." Jada rolled her eyes. "What else would I call him?" Drea smiled in wry amusement—what was Frank's problem? He could get into a master-slave roleplay with Jada but was not interested when Drea offered herself to him? "I wouldn't know, ma'am. Though if I were to be honest, I'm quite jealous of you!" Drea then turned toward Frank. "Sure, you don't have to ravish me, but I could at least join Mystic Sky Guild, right?"

**Elliott POV** “Dad, this is going to freak her out.” I stated. My mate had been through so much, I couldn’t imagine telling her we had to find and figure out what happened to Mystic Moon and she’d have to relive her parents dying and her being most likely kidnapped by river bed in order to get her to her destiny of running two huge and ancient packs with me. If I were in her position, my head would’ve exploded.

The forest is still. The Weaver's needle protrudes from my palm, venom coursing toward my heart. She watches from the shadows, smiling. *"You'll beg for me soon. When the venom takes your mind."* Eden crawls to me, his hands trembling. "What did you *do*?" The world blurs. The blizzard returns. The game never ends. It *bleeds*.

he asked. I broke away from my boyfriend trying to smile, but my head had already gone a little too far. Maël was still eighteen years old, two months and a bit older. And it seemed that time flew over him, covering everything and transforming him into a tall being, one of those that you can hardly see. "I haven't broken anything yet," Nikko replied, sitting down on another of the high chairs. "I was telling Delu the good news." He nodded and slipped off to his room.

"She's fine. Every bruise will only make her stronger. I'll keep training—" "That's not what I'm talking about," Malachi paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. Hamilton was his closest friend, close as a brother, and he had to confide in someone. "I've... I've dreamt about her. I've had the same dream a couple nights now. She's hurt. Stabbed in the chest. Blood... blood everywhere..."

Clearing my throat, I said, “Humor me here. Let’s say you woke up tomorrow and your curses were broken, what would you do? What would your day look like?” With deft fingers he brushed the hair from his face. “I would wake up just as the sun began to set. Draco and Orion would as well. Together we’d shed our human bodies and take to the forest.” A small smile played at his lips, wistful and so achingly beautiful that I had to look away. “We’d run for hours, only stopping when our lungs were on the verge of exploding. When the sun eventually began to rise, we’d race back to the mansion. Draco would win, of course. He always does, unless I cheat. They’d head inside, but I wouldn’t. It’d sit on

Marcus asked with concern. I smiled and gave a huffing laugh, feeling shaky and stressed. “The two of you. Neither of you are real. That’s the only way to explain any of this. I’ve finally lost my mind.” I felt myself starting to cry, but didn’t bother fighting it; they weren’t real, so they didn’t matter. Zander leaned forward and took my hands in his. “Miss Steel, stop crying. I can’t keep my promise if you cry; for some reason, it makes me want to let my Gargoyle out.”

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

The clinking stopped, and the door pushed open from the outside and I saw a smug-looking Alpha Maverick, standing at the door, looking so proud and satisfied with his actions, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to realize that you are not so special after all.” He laughed out loudly. “You mean all this is a game to you, and everything you said was a lie?” I asked in disbelief, hoping against hope that he would pull me into his arms and tell me that he has been fighting off the bad guys all this whole time. “What do you think? You truly believed that you and I are meant to be together and that a sorcerer lives in the forest, waiting for you to come to him so he can help you save

No loved ones distressed by my sudden disappearance, no luxurious lifestyle to reclaim. To be honest, the idea of travelling to a strange fantasy world to fight monsters and find treasure would be the kind of thing I would love to do, but not like this. If I had landed with special skills and an OP weapon, cheat mode on, fair enough, I’m down to play. But trying to navigate this place as the lowliest scrub with a stick in one hand and a metal spike in the other was way too hardcore. “Shit!” cried out Maurice. “What is it?” I looked around for signs of trouble.