Minecraft Visual Novel Game Novels & Stories

I fell asleep too. I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head hoping to see Ivory but Millie was laying beside me. She licked my face and I sat up straight immediately. "Morning.." I turned to see Ivory just got out of the shower and I smiled looking at her. "What's with that face?" She looked at me confuse but I decided to turn to Millie. "Hello Millie." I hugged her and pulled the blanket up again. "I have work, Leon." She said and I pretended to sleep again.

They seemed like fragments of dreams, and were completely unreal. Freya did her best to recall one of those dream-like memories. And in the bits and pieces she could recall, she flew starships and fought against galactic powers. All of them certainly intrigued her - she remembered there was some space-based VRMMO back in her Old Earth. It was hugely popular, of course. But she was much more interested in the Ancient Roman MMO Umbra Mortalis and so never really paid much attention to most other games. Though she was sure that if she liked that other game instead, she would have been transported there, rather than there. And she probably wouldn’t have met Lucifer. They certainly wouldn’t be li

Lucian's POV The keyboard clicking softly under my fast fingers as I typed codes, the first chapter of my game was almost completed. The characters drawn by Layla were perfect, she really did a great job putting down what I envisioned. My phone's screen suddenly came on. No chiming meant it was too important, but the letters flashing across the screen made me pick up the device. Mira, she won't let me breathe until she leaves this city! "I'm about to set Violet up with my friend

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he squeezed reassuringly, "I know you're worried and I know your idea to make sure there's no winner in these games isn't going exactly to plan, but you still have time. There's only been one game." I loosened a breath, "I can't even make myself seem undesirable apparently. Orion finds my attitude amusing and Miles somehow gets on my last nerve but then soothes me by doing something so out of pocket and sweet. It's like they don't have flaws or some shit and I'm starting to think maybe having one of them as my mate wouldn't be so bad. I need to find something on them. Anything." "You're caving quicker than I thought," worry ghosted over his features.

I held my breath as I tried to suppress my sobs, my shoulders shaking with each silent sob. What had I done to deserve such a merciless ordeal? I knew that my tears would not solve anything, but what else could I do? Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice taunting me. "Look who's here, looking like a pathetic homeless dog?" Lily's voice echoed through the dungeon. I lifted my eyes and locked my gaze with Lily's pitch-black orbs, shimmering with intense hatred. Why did she look at me that way? Summoning my strength, I spoke up, "Lily, what's going on?”

I nodded to keep them quiet, and I’m confident that the sale that happened today will reach the Villalobos because they are greedy when it comes to money. “What the f-ck! No way!” I came to a halt and glanced at Natasha, who couldn’t accept the loss. “I won,” I smirked, glancing at Natasha, who turned red with anger. “Y-you, bitch!” I cocked an eyebrow at her, but all I did was smile and sit back in my chair. I won’t penalize you if you’re upset. You are a low-class rival. I’m just going to waste my time. “Congratulations, Ms. Mystica!”

The door closes as the whispering words of HIM echoes unto his ears where the reminiscing of the past ends there as he opens his eyes, closes the book, and immediately stands from the words. “THIS IS THE STORY SO FAR.” With a smile and a confirmation from his master, the melody that HE plays, the dread, heartache, and consequences of the turn lives of the characters in the game ‘they’ both playing. He bows respecting as he smiles heeding his way, for that very words are his very mission and purpose where the gate has finally revealed. “Until next time.”

Even though their eyes are closed I know they're all looking at me. I can still hear Déjà Vu playing; Mia tugs the earphone out of my ear. A scream is building up in the back of my throat. I smell salt. Mia's lips are icy as she presses them against my ear. "Ashes to ashes, dust to –" she whispers. I open my eyes just before the scream. The faces of five beautiful boys gaze down at me. I'm lying flat on my back in bed, sweat-drenched sheets tangled around my legs. The scream dies unreleased at the back of my throat.

“We have never seen anything like it before. We assumed it was a glitch but now it seems that's what the game was meant to do.” Madriel walked in. “Having troubles?” I turned around slowly, my fist clenched to my sides. “They can't fix it.” “I know,” She looked at her nails like she was just seeing them. “It’s locked. The game has started.” “Make it stop.” “I don't make it stop. It would stop when it wants to. Except you plan to go in.” I ground my teeth and started walking out. Madriel held my hand firmly as I walked past her.