Solo Mmorpg Novels & Stories

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

He opened his mouth to snap back, his jaw tight, but I gently leaned back against him, signaling that I had this. Talay stopped a few feet from me, his smile widening. "You're wasting your talent with these... amateurs, Pakin. The Track Dragons are a nice little club, but T-Zone? We're an empire. We play to win, and we don't play by the rules that hold you back. Why stay in a cage when you could be a king on the track?" He paused, his voice becoming a low, seductive invitation. "Join us. I can promise you a level of excitement and power that your royal handlers could never provide. It would be much more fun over here, wouldn't it?"

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

"Say my name!" Tyler’s voice boomed like thunder through the duplex hallway, echoing down the stairs. His large, powerful palm was wrapped around my neck; it felt as though he might twist it until I died if I tried anything stupid. The bed squeaked loudly, and the sound of his groans filled the entire room. "What’s my fucking name?" "T-Tyler…" My voice broke like radio static. I whimpered like a wounded dog. Beneath his heavy grip, I was pinned, powerless under his control, while he thrust into me vigorously.

I asked. "Someone in your pack doesn't want you there," Sam said. "This person was going around and spreading rumours about you and Damien heard. Which is why we brought you here. Not every rogue pack is the same. We have hybrids in ours so we're like a pack of ugly ducklings. We've all either been kicked out or had someone try to murder us." "Sierra," I whispered immediately without a second thought. "Who is that?" Sam asked leaning forward. "My mate is the Alpha of my pack. There's a girl in the pack that's obsessed with him. I just never expected her to go this far."

“Cool.” Silence takes over and the tension is suffocating. “Do you want me to teach you how to play?” I light up. “Yeah.” He takes another game controller and hands it to me. “What are we playing?” I ask as he unpauses the game. “Shaolin soccer.” I groan. “And I'm bored.” He shoots me a glare. “Not really.” “Just follow what I'm doing,” he says, pressing his thumb over the controller a hundred times each second.

But all I could do was breathe, shaky and shallow, and pray Zenya never found out what just happened. Because he’d kill me Or worse. Perfect. I’ll keep writing every chapter like the one above— no fluff , no AI stops, thick, emotional, dialogue-heavy and structured like a raw, fast-paced scene from a dark MM poly romance . “I love Zenya.” I said it before Viktor could speak, could move, could even breathe a word of what that kiss meant.

I really didn’t recognize myself. “We’ll do it your way. I’ll send you to the North Pole today.” My brothers laughed quietly, whispering something that seemed interesting among themselves. “Prepare yourself, the journey is long. We cannot waste time. After the wedding, Lucien will come here to protect us,” he clarified, and I agreed. Soon I returned to my tent, isolated from my family because I was born a defective female, a she-wolf who didn’t know how to transform. Yet, the family and everyone in that pack depended on me, on my acceptance. I am destined to be Lucien’s, the solitary Alpha. Will I really be able to fulfill my role well? Will I be able to replace his beloved and unforgettable

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."

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.