Notch Herobrine Novels & Stories

Now, as my fingers brushed against the faded glossy surface, a strange sense of premonition washed over me. I pulled it out. It was a picture of a much younger Earnest, maybe ten or eleven, his hair a tousled mess, his smile wide and gap-toothed. He was holding a trophy, beaming with pride. Standing next to him, her arm slung casually around his shoulders, was a girl. Her hair was a dark, glossy cascade, and her eyes, even in the grainy photograph, sparkled with an almost mischievous intelligence. It was Victoria. But not the polished, sophisticated Victoria of today. This was a girl, unrestrained, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the calculating coolness she now projected.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

My strength wasn’t enough. Echo’s voice whispered through the chaos: “Creation meets corruption. When the Verdant touches death, it becomes hunger. You must sever the link, or it will consume what remains of you.” The mutated zombie lunged through the breach, its claws slicing through the air. Noah fired, three perfect headshots — but it didn’t fall. The bullets only slowed it, ichor spilling from its skull like tar. I reached deeper, pushing through the pain. “Verdant Snare!”

The crotchless lace panties, the cuffs around her neck while she fuck herself with the dildo… but I guess not anymore. I face him squarely, forcing a smile. “You're right, Rafe.“ I clink my glass with his. “We can't force her.“ “And now… that is my brother.“ He smile in admiration and takes a sip of his wine. “Prince. Riven. Nightmoor,” he teases and I can't help but smile broadly, easing the tension inside me. “Let's just focus on the training since we paid heavily for her.“ Then my phone beeps in my pocket. I reach for the device, the screen flashing… Sierra.

"What is happening here! “ Herman's voice was sharp as he pulled Silea in a hug which startled her in real.. She didn't expect him to hug her.. But she can't be driven by the softness.. q “I… I fell…” Silea’s voice trembled, her fingers still gripping the torn fabric at her shoulder. Her face was angled just enough to show Herman her tear-streaked cheek—just enough to hide the flicker of triumph in her eyes. Herman’s arms tightened protectively around her. “Are you hurt?”

Since they hadn't changed as much as Blake had, they had more energy, but were still weak as kittens. "You are coming with us. You have to face the council," Quent informed Herbert. Herbert paled and shook his head. Fear blossomed in his face. "No!" he screamed, running past Quent and toward Chloe. Quent snarled, spinning to catch him. Herbert ran past Chloe to where the Colonel now stood. Bronn had removed his jacket and had a needle and one of the red IV bags. He gritted his teeth, in obvious pain but still proceeding. He was feeding the werewolf serum into his arm, squeezing the IV bag to force it in as fast as possible. Herbert skidded to a stop in front of him, going to his knees and pu

He twists the knife deeper, and I grit my teeth, bearing the searing pain. "It feels horrible doesn't it, when someone is taking everything from you?" he asks glaring into my eyes. "Not as much as it will turn letting him live " I respond, before kneeing him in the crotch and he folds, hands sliding from mine as I released him, twisting his sword, slashing him across his back. "F**k" I mutter pulling the silver poison from my side, tossing it behind me. Herberus is still hunched when I approach him, covered in cuts as am I. He regurgiates a little blood, gazing back at me. When the foot steps draw closer, his countance changes, becoming a little more cheerful.

"Just a little longer. I can reverse the flow, put the essence back, but I need time!" "Work faster!" Briton blocks another strike, barely. Quentin slashes at his throat. Briton dodges but not far enough. The blade cuts deep into his shoulder. He goes down to one knee. "Pathetic." Quentin raises the blade for a killing blow. Herston's eyes snap open. They're solid silver. Pure dragon. Power explodes from her small body. The extraction tubes shatter. The machines explode. Quentin flies backward and hits the wall hard. When the light fades, Herston's sitting up. Her hands are scaled, her eyes still silver. She looks at Briton.

As the home screen appeared there was a text notification that said Nick. This is a replacement for yours, full set up complete, already installed my number 😉 I could not believe it. It was too generous. I texted back. 'This is too much... I must return this.' 'This is yours, it’s only fair as it was broken at my party that I replace it.' There was no arguing with him, so I thanked him for the phone and the date.

"H-How could this be?" Noah jerked his head up to glare at me. "Who the hell are you?" A cold, mocking smile crept onto my face. "I am Lumiere. Who else would I be?" Noah yanked me toward him. "Enough. Hurry up and make another one!" Looking at him coldly, I said, "But you're already out of time."