Luna Raine

I. One Year

Raine’s POV:

My avatar is the biggest, weird-looking character I could make. It got muscles that I could never obtain and skill I could only hope to appear one day magically. In this world, it’s a possibility. The eyes of my avatar would narrow with each zoom, bright yellow complemented by the palest red.

I smile when it turns its head, and its hair drifts across its terrible complexion.

The looks don’t match mine, though.

I can look much more wrenching than that.

In that world, I am almost a God with power, influence, and the ability to change nearly anything I want. If others cross my path, they would simply drift into darkness and despair.

A chip enters my lips.

My devious smile only widens as I crack the skulls and behead the enemy with my sharpened sword.

I scratch my flabby belly and scrunches my nose.

“Shoot him!” I scream, “Shot that, motherfucker!” When I cursed, no one would bat a lash, or perhaps I believe no one would since I can’t see my teammates from behind the screen.

He misses.

Idiot.

My eyes flicker to scan the surrounding, heart pounding as I turn around towards the corner, “How can you miss him?!” I cursed my partner once more.

“How the fuck should I know he was behind that tree?!” His voice booms with pure strength.

I got more agitated, probably a lot more than him. Then again, why should I? I wasn’t the one who missed it. “Because I told you - Watch out! He is behind that tree! - Why don’t you ever listen to me?” I screamed. Another enemy beheaded, but it only came with more bickers.

“I take orders from no one!”

“Hi!” I said a bit too loudly, allowing him to sense my continuous agitation. Mom says it’s not healthy for me to feel so emotional over a game, but I always do.

“What?”

“Hi! I’m fucking no one, now shoot our damn enemy behind the wall to your left!”

I smiled in satisfaction when he did according to what I said.

I threw my arms in the air when we won the game and screamed: “Yeah! We won!” I’ve always been a sore winner, never a sore loser. If I lost, it’s my partner’s fault. People had always said I’m a lousy partner, but who cares. If they want to leave the group, there will always be others. Lose one, but a thousand will line up.

“You got served!” my partner shouts, hollering over the headset. It feels good to meet someone who enjoys bragging as much as me. I don’t feel judged when we win, and I’m the only one bragging.

I grab more chips to enhance my flabby belly. I got to celebrate the win somehow. “I’m so sorry for cursing you guys,” I apologize after some time. I usually do that when the other side doesn’t curse back. I want to brag, not potentially push whoever it is towards suicide. 

What if they’re having a bad day and was trying to wash it away through video games? 

I don’t want to be labeled as someone who indirectly murdered someone online.

“We are from America,” Chicken grumbles.

“We will see your asses next time! Count on it!” Nugget shouts. I can hear an item thrown across the room.

“Yeah! We will own your asses!” Chicken screams.

On the screen, their names disappeared. My partner and I met Chicken and Nugget roughly three months ago. They told us they met a few months back on this other gaming site. When they were creating their usernames for this game, they were both eating Chicken Nuggets, so it kind of just stuck.

Username:

HotChicken and BakedNugget

Chicken said that his wife was the one who suggested it and forced him to put that in, then she kept harassing Nugget until he agreed.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?” my gaming partner said.

I smirk, “Oh, please, you are nothing without me.”

“Little Piglet, you better watch your back,” he growls.

Werewolf.

My gaming partner is a werewolf.

How do I know?

Well, he typically growls whenever he is upset.

I stare at my username: BaconhaveRice2.

I have no idea why I decided to choose that username.

“Oh, I’m so afraid, Mister Alpha wannabe,” I said sarcastically, waving my hands in the air even though he can’t see it.

I glanced at his username: IamtheAlphaBxtches.

I met him half a year ago in this random online gaming chat room, and we instantly hit it off. We argue all the time, but I feel some odd connection to him, something comforting.

“I told you I am an Alpha,” he stated in a stern voice.

“Oh yeah, sure you are, and I’m a flying dolphin who breathes out fire,” I said.

“Why don’t you believe me?” he whines.

“What pack are you in charge of, Alpha?” I hummed.

There was a long pause on the other side. I couldn’t hear anything except the music from the game mixing with echoing noises in the background, similar to mine. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbles.

I rolled my eyes and threw the remote on the couch. “And why not?”

He chuckles, “Because you would fall in love with me if you knew, and I can’t have another person stalking me,” he whispers seductively.

I can feel the chills running down my spines. “You have such a hu-” I was cut off by a voice on the other side. I couldn’t hear much, except for some murmuring.

“Little Piglet, I got to go, see you at the same time next week?” He said quickly.

I bit my chip, “Okay, see you, Wolfie.”

My partner logs off, and I place the headsets down on the table. With a single belly flop, I was on the old couch. Before I could close my eyes, the doorbell rang. A single grunt left my throat before I dragged my legs towards the door. I peek through the hole, and with the deadlock still on, I crack the door open. “What do you want?” I said in a deep voice.



Quinn Catcher

#51 in Fantasy
#553 in Romance

Story about: romance, werewolf, fantasy

Edited: 14.01.2021

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