Virtual Novel Novels & Stories

Either way, he had to find a way to fix his vocal cords. After breakfast, Erwin Wilson voluntarily entered Frederick Hall's room. Yesterday he still hadn't finished browsing the virtual reality network, but then Erwin Wilson remembered his tattered clothes. He gritted his teeth. Erwin Wilson can only apply for a temporary bank card online. After verifying, Erwin can safely go online. “Ah, poor boy!” Just logged in Erwin Wilson heard a somewhat familiar voice. The network will store the location when the user is offline, so today Erwin Wilson is where he was yesterday. And the one who said this was none other than the one who criticized Erwin's clothes.

Nicole looked around and headed off to a random direction. "Do you even know the way?" Harvey mocked at her. "No, but how big could this place be? We won't get lost, so don't worry about it." Nicole rolled her eyes and continued walking straight. As she was walking, a virtual image display caught her eye. "Wow! This looks beautiful!" "Is this the manned flying car?" Harvey walked over, also captivated by the virtual image display. "I think so." Nicole replied, not very sure. "It will be so cool if we could drive something like that in the future!" Harvey said, his eyes glued to the image.

She's creating illusions that aren't real. Everything is in my head. Non-existent. Imaginary. "I own you," I hear Violet's voice again. This time, I just close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m not going to let her win again. Not even as an illusion.

I said, focusing my attention back on Nikolai. “You have a lot of explaining to do, but first, let’s get you out of here,” I said, bending over to help him up. He raised his index finger, signaling me to wait as he bent his head back into the toilet and vomited again. “That’s going to be a problem,” I said. “I do hope you have werewolf strength already,” I said to Selene. “Hold on while I contact customer care to see if you have purchased this package…” she said. “Of course you do. What do you think this is, a video game?”

VALHALLA ENTERTAINMENTS: INVITATION TO PARADIGM A voice, smooth and androgynous, filled the quiet room. “Greetings, Candidate. Your unique cognitive and psychological profile has been flagged by our deep-net aspirant scan. You are hereby invited to participate in the closed beta of our premier experience: SURVIVAL PARADIGM.” Lyra’s brow furrowed. A game? She’d heard of Valhalla. They were the pioneers of full-sensory, neural-link virtualities. The most expensive, exclusive toys for the ultra-rich.

He commanded a kiss between a hideous brute named Bob and Mason’s latest fling. The girl looked at Mason, pleading. "Mason, surely you won't let him?" Mason didn't even look at her. "It’s a game. I’m not mating you, sweetheart. Drink the toxin or lock lips. Your choice." The girl ended up kissing Bob, weeping silently. I felt a chill. I needed to leave before I became the entertainment. But in the second round, the Moon fell to a wolf across from me. "The Five of Spades," the wolf barked. "Tell the pack... are you still a virgin?"

POV RUBY The Maldives faded into a smudge of orange fire against the black horizon. Nevan didn’t look back at the burning villa. He flew the VTOL with a cold, mechanical precision that made my skin crawl. The neural bridge was a jagged mess; every time he banked the craft, I felt the phantom pull in his muscles, the surge of adrenaline that was currently acting as his only fuel.

For Violet. Always.