Muja Kina Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

And mate bond or not, I need to find a way to fix this mess. Even if I have to do it alone.

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har

Realizing that I would have to defeat both the fictional attackers and Meidran in this challenge, I took a step back and yelled, “Initium!” And with that one command, the simulation resumed.

And I do know, with a certainty that would have been impossible two years ago. The pack that once saw me as a broken thing to be protected now sees me as a leader to be followed, a Luna whose strength comes not from an absence of scars but from the wisdom those scars have brought. As we walk back toward the packhouse, I catch sight of movement in the training yard. A group of our younger members are practicing combat forms under Marcus's watchful eye, their movements fluid and confident. Among them is Sarah, a sixteen-year-old who arrived six months ago after escaping her stepfather's abuse.

Contrary to Khronos’ prediction, it didn’t even take two weeks. The simulation room was a lot easier to handle as compared to Nash’s unconventional training methods. After the second day of my rehabilitation, the devil himself decided to join the fray of simulated chaos. Khronos was the devil’s advocate with the improved simulation system. He made new training gears that simulated the actual pain of getting hit by homing lasers.

I asked, flicking my gaze to the screen outside that displayed a ranking system. Bonnie scoffed, as if the idea was prosperous. “You need to be an expert marksman to train in there. Sometimes it turns into a competition, they scores are the total number of kills and the top five highest are automatically chosen for missions.” Observing the two who stood back-to-back, arms raised with their fingers on the trigger. Suddenly, excitement built among the crowd when a 5D projection of wolves appeared, surrounding the two within the box. You must have fast reflexes, killer instincts and zero hesitation. These simulations were an exact replica of the wolves of encountered, especially with their spee

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

Amy’s eyes widened when she saw the albino woman steering her sports car with one hand while aiming a grenade launcher at the Camaro with the other. “Damn,” Bryan uttered after watching Jenatrix stand up in her driver seat with the grenade launcher sitting on her shoulder. Bryan found out that the albino woman’s sports car had a self-driving autopilot feature. He tried to hide from panicking when he saw Jenatrix’s grenade launcher. Bryan was glad that the Camaro had bulletproof body paneling, but he knew for sure the muscle car wasn’t grenade-proof.