Monster Mmorpg Mayhem Online Novels & Stories

She looked disturbingly calm, like she hadn’t just knocked three guys down. Alex swallowed hard. She was crazy—he could feel it now. Louis curled to the side, barely conscious, but still aware of the chaos around him. The girl stepped forward. Alex backed away slowly, fear creeping into his eyes as he noticed something stitched on the back of her jacket: #5 MMF. “Shit,” he muttered. She smiled. “More like bitch,” she taunted, stepping closer. “You’re one of the MMF fighters?” he asked, horrified. The MMF—Midnight Match Fighters—was an underground casino where people bet on street brawlers.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

They shook hands and stood before the chairs, and the table disappeared. "One final advice, as your new path is using Conqueror's as its base, you'll be playing an MMORTS instead of a VRMMO for now on as the players who choose to become Conquerors as well, be careful. If you have suggestions, we left a help tab."

As long as I get this company off of my hands, any downfall that will come after this is no longer my fault. "One hundred million." Mr. Simmons offered before looking at me. "That's the best we can do. We're not going to offer more than that. You've managed to lose eight hundred million in revenue for the past week so if I were you, take it or leave it. Besides, you're leaving this company with a bad taste in people's mouths." "One fifty." I countered his offer. "Fine." Mr. Simmons agreed. "Let me show you how to actually handle a business, son." He said in the most patronizing way possible.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

And then— “HEY!” Jeremy’s voice snapped through the tension like a whip. He stormed in between us, shoving Miguel back with both hands, planting himself like a wall between two bombs mid-detonation. “People are looking. Do you two ever think? Huh? You wanna air out your psychodrama in the fucking parking lot?” And yeah. People were staring now. Not close enough to hear, but close enough to whisper. I could feel their eyes on us, feel the story building in their heads already.

I exclaimed but when my gaze landed on where he was pointing at, I found Bright Light on the list of online players. “He’s online in Mobile Legends, too!” announced Suzy, holding up her smartphone with a controller attached. “He’s online also in Valorant,” said Red, staring at his monitor. “Call of Duty, online!” added another Team BB gamer wearing a green forehead band. “Clash of Clans!” added another one from Team HS who also held up his smartphone.

I did not want to make matters worse for myself. “Do you want to be kicked back up in that filthy hell hole?” George growled. I shook my head and bowed. He was looking so furious I worried he might shift and kill me anyway. Maya calmed him down and I apologised to them both. “Get to the omega office and help them with the lunches. Then clean up. We have an important guest tomorrow and my father will be even more mad if it gets messed up.” He snarled and I immediately hurried to the omega office. I was thankful that I was not being put back in that horrible dirty dungeon, but I still wanted and needed to see my mate, wherever he was. I prayed to the moon goddess to help me and let me know he

"That's the plan. We protect our own, we shut out the noise, and we move as one unit. If we can keep T-Zone in the rearview mirror tomorrow, we're halfway to the finals." Coal leaned over the table, his finger tracing the line of the Buriram circuit. The room was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. We were strategizing, calculating, and preparing for war on wheels. For a few minutes, the scandal, the royal pressures, and the toxicity of the comment section seemed to fade into the background. We were just racers. Then, the door to the lounge burst open. Matt, our head mechanic, came rushing in. He was breathless, his face flushed, and he was clutching a tablet in his hand. He looked like

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.