Sci Fi Litrpg Novels & Stories

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

“Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “You can’t make that decision for me, Mother. I chose Lyra. You don’t get to replace her.” He paused, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth. “You’ll keep your deal—with both of them. Whoever fucks you better and makes you come harder gets to stay and finish the rituals.” His mother’s face darkened with rage. “You can’t be serious, Darius.” “You can’t back out of a deal, Mother. You made it yourself yesterday.”

Luca turned his head slightly, eyes fixed on the sky. “They’re close,” he said softly. Lily froze. “Who?” she whispered. Luca blinked once. “Friends.” Luke’s expression hardened instantly. “No. No, that’s not happening.” But the rift responded. A pulse of light shot outward. The battlefield trembled. Then— Something emerged. Not fully. Not yet. A hand. Massive. Non-human. Made of shifting light and void intertwined, it pressed against the edge of reality like something testing a boundary it had never crossed before.

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

The men escaping the shadows began to cry and charge some with swords and maces others wielding magic, their hands glowing different colours. Gravland fired quickly watching the enemies fall to the ground whilst nocking his next arrow picking his next target, Krona blocked a blow from one COG (cults organisations and groups) to the left of him and slashed another to the right, before the enemy to the left of Krona could recover from hitting the shield, Lengo stuck her two blades through his shoulders The COG members fell from all directions until they heard a click from Terribor’s fingers; they drew back into the shadows of the corners of the room.

The scene which took place in my dreams was modelled after the one that I saw when I was in my weird trance state, the ceremony and ritual for my ascension as a commander of the Northshore legion. The grassy plains, bathed with a golden light with no sun present, the grasses and scanty trees this time around were green and not the dried up, barely surviving plants I saw last time. “Hello?” I asked softly. “Who am I seeing this time?” “Hello?”

'Find the golden dragon, find the seven power stones and forge a weapon that can destroy the demon god. The golden dragon is the only one who can stand up to the demon god but he is not powerful enough. He needs your help, you The legendary mage, his soul mate, and he needs this weapon to fulfill his destiny and save us all.' .................................................... Astoria World 2-01 Cassy, after this weird message, woke up and she was suffocating and drowning... Drowning?