Moose Minecraft

[WSA 2025 ENTRY!!] A dark epic of mirrors, memory, and myth. In a world where silence binds more tightly than chains, One boy must decide if he is a savior, a weapon, or the last mistake the stars will ever make. Because Ren Calder isn't just walking forward. He’s walking back into the wound the world tried to forget. The world remembers heroes. It fears monsters. But it forgets the ones who choose silence over salvation. Ren Calder was one such forgotten soul buried beneath centuries of dust, where light dared not reach and names lost meaning. But some awakenings do not come with prophecy or praise. Some come with shadows that breathe and silence that listens. Far from the eyes of the living, he descends into realms untold where truths rot, and power does not shine, but devours. They do not speak his name. They do not know what he is becoming. But the darkness remembers…

Jeff, who died while doing his usual daily routine, found himself transmigrated into another world one that was twice the size of Earth. At first, he thought life would be the same. Peaceful. Boring, even. Just another world with different skies and landscapes. But he was wrong. On one fateful night, while he lay in his small room, a sudden ding echoed through the air. It was sharp, clear, and unnatural like something out of a sci-fi film. And then… something appeared before his eyes. [Luck Spin System has finally bind] [Congratulation you have gotten a skill: Godly Programming] With this luck finally his dream can finally come true which is making games, seeing that their was no minecraft in this world he decided to recreate it. Then his journey began starting as a programmer, he quickly rose to dominate the digital field, racing field, swimming field, shooting field, combat field, robotics field, hacking field, academic field, business field, gaming field, drone piloting field, artificial intelligence field, engineering field, virtual reality field, and even the military simulation field What would Jeff do with all these, skill and titles read to find out of course. ... Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll continue to support me on my journey as an author. ******************************************** DISCLAIMER ******************************************** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications (such as ChatGPT, Minecraft, or other well-known services), or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, or infringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.

Travel to the begining of Karto's story where evil lurks in the shadows with white gleaming eyes, where love and tragedy show themselves. Original Ideas or references are from Minecraft universe

In the village of Pheseoghana, Atlas Kennedy lives a simple life. The son of the village mayor, wanting to do virtually nothing, he doesn't work, doesn't mine, and doesn't worry about his future. That is, until the Huang Family blows through his village in a Raid, destroying the Village Golem, enslaving the villagers, and forcing Atlas to work as a butler in the newly erected Mansion overlooking the village. Taking place in the "Minecraft" Universe, can a Nitwit Villager and a Vindicator Illager find common ground within the war between Villagers and Illagers? [Updates Every Friday at 3:00 pm PST!]

In the vast and pixelated world of Minecraft, there exists a deity unlike any other—a god devoid of emotion, whose heart remains tranquil and unmoved by the dualities of existence. This emotionless god stands as a stoic figure, indifferent to the forces of hate or love, pain or pleasure, war or peace. Their sole purpose is the relentless pursuit of strength, a singular focus that defines their existence. This being's essence is not swayed by the chaos or harmony that unfolds around them; instead, they are driven by an unwavering commitment to the mastery of power. Their presence is both awe-inspiring and enigmatic, a testament to the notion that true strength can exist in the absence of emotional ties. In a world where a single Immortal resides, this god serves as a reminder of the vast spectrum of existence, where strength can emerge from the depths of emotionless tranquility. THIS WORK IS NOT OWNED BY MOJANG. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

—————— PLOT —————— Kenji Mizaki, a Minecraft YouTuber with over 10million subscribers who does mostly modded let's play one day dies from getting hit by a truck and gets reincarnated in the world of Minecraft. But it's not a vanilla Minecraft world, as it turns out it's heavily modded with mods that turns this world into a RPG world, with RPG systems, stats, skills and abilities. And it seems this world has intelligent mobs. And not just villagers but other species too. ——— GIVE IT A READ ——— If you like Minecraft, Isekai and/or RGPs then you should definitely give this novel a read.

Did you ever wake up to the end of the world? No, seriously. Not the “oh no I left the stove on and now the apartment smells like death” kind of day. I’m talking real the end-of-the-world stuff. Screaming skies, gravity hiccupping like it’s drunk, your neighbor’s cat sprouting wings and declaring itself the harbinger of the Meat Singularity. No? Lucky you. Now imagine waking up to that again. And again. And again. To the point where you start ranking each apocalypse like a reality show. “Episode 88: Lava Sharks vs. Nano-Mormons.” “Episode 103: The Time Gravity Turned Inside-Out and Everyone Was Suddenly Left-Handed.” That one was weird. You know, it's like your dose of ordinary fever dreams. But daily. Something like that. That absurd, I mean. My name’s Rafael Vagathris. I’m a regressor. Which is a fancy way of saying I’ve died a lot, watched the world end a lot, and respawned more times than your average gamer rage-quitting Minecraft. Every time the world croaks, I get booted back to square one with a hangover, a sarcastic AI in my head, and the deeply comforting realization that I’m the only one who remembers any of it. So that’s cool. My helpful companion in this eternal Groundhog Day Armageddon is M.O.T.H.E.R.—the Modular Operational Time-Hop Emergency Regulator. Or as I like to call her, “Mo,” or “The Glitch Witch.” She’s technically here to help me stop the apocalypse. Probably. Realistically? She’s more interested in giving me daily randomized perks like “Your bones are now inflatable!” or “Congratulations, you are now mildly magnetic to forks.” She also assigns quests. Once, I was told to seduce a sentient vending machine. Another time? Defeat a goose armed with a rocket launcher. I'm still not sure who won that one. The goose definitely walked away. On fire. But confident. You’d think after all this time I’d have a plan. I don’t. Mostly, I just wing it with a mix of street smarts, recycled knowledge, and an unholy talent for bullshitting my way out of death. What’s different this time? Well… everything. The apocalypse looks wrong. The sky cracked sideways. The same people I usually save are in different places—or worse, alive when they should be dead. I mean, good for them, but creepy for me. Mo’s glitching harder than ever. The rules are changing. Maybe I did something wrong last run. Maybe I did something right. Maybe this time the apocalypse isn’t just something to survive—it’s something I caused. So yeah. New day. New reboot. Same cosmic disaster. And me? Still here. Still sarcastic. Still determined to fix this mess, or at least get a decent cup of coffee before we all implode again. And surely, finding some one I missed in every single loop. Welcome to the end of the world. Again. ***

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

Inspired by Minecraft. Almost every character's name is a reference of some kind, usually to a song from the Minecraft soundtrack.

Buscan paz... buscan una vida... buscaban... tú cabeza. En el mundo de Minecraft siempre hubo equilibrio entre el bien y el mal... Pero gracias a él... todo se rompió. Se generó el mundo nuevo, pero con algo diferente, unos mods de monstruos alienígenas, parásitos y aberraciones. No sólo Steve tendrá que sobrevivir, sino también los Mobs hostiles. ¿Sobrevivirán?, ¿Como lo harán? Sigue está historia y lo descubrirás.

Caelen died doing what he loved most: playing survival games non-stop like a sleep-deprived goblin. Unfortunately, dying in your chair from gaming overload isn’t exactly what you’d call a dignified exit. Even God laughed at him. But lucky for Caelen, or maybe unlucky, he gets a second chance in the world of his favorite survival game. It’s a brutal fantasy realm full of monsters, magic, swords… and absolutely zero indoor plumbing. Armed with only a stone pickaxe, a limited-use "Google Brain" search skill, and the stubbornness of a man who once built a Minecraft mansion out of dirt, Caelen sets out to survive. But surviving isn’t enough he wants to upgrade the world. Electricity? Toilets? Toasted bread? Why not all three? As he fends off nighttime horrors, awkwardly crafts furniture, and tries to avoid becoming monster chow, Caelen has one mission: bring modern convenience to a medieval world, one ridiculous invention at a time. And maybe, just maybe… not die again in a chair. [System Notes:No Ntr, No Yuri(gl), No Yaoi(bl)]

Fuse~ is heard before Zoe is thrown into darkness. Struggling to breath as they sink deeper and deeper unable to swim, a last ditch effort of clawing their way-out, fingernail by fingernail breaking against the mix of dirt and stone. Barely managing to get out of the water, dripping wet, a burning pain comes an upon him. I do not own the Image, it was made with AI, I also do not own minecraft or the mods that will come in 60~ chapters. They all go to the one that created them and Mojang. I only own my own story and my own ideas that come with them. I also release them on scribblehub too, so don't need people saying I stole someone work lol.

Combat fighter Alex battles her way through life within a virtual Minecraft world, where all AI is sentient. With the looming threat of a virus named Zero deleting their world, Alex must team up with members of the strongest Village to clean up the mess.

IN THIS STORY MINECRAFT STEVE WILL GO TO DIFFERENT UNIVERSE AND DO AS HE PLEASE THEIR IS NO ONE TO STOP HIM. HE WILL SHOW THOSE UNIVERSES MIGHT OF MINECRAFT. WORLDS:- 1.MY HERO ACADEMIA 2.? 3.? 4.? 5.? 6.? IN first world when steve will spawn he will be spawn one year before the main story start. HE WLL GET MODS IN SECOND WORLD. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO DON'T BLAME ME FOR ANY MISTAKE I MAKE AND HELP ME CORRECT THOSE MISTAKE PLEASE. BEYYYYYYYYY

Steven woke up in a forest with nothing but the clothes on his back. Unsure of anything beyond his name he soon finds that this world he finds himself in is very hostile and he has to use everything within his disposal to survive. A Minecraft-inspired story Art isn't mine, if asked to remove it I shall.

Reborn in Dragon Ball: A War Hero’s Second Life with a Chaotic Multiverse Group Chat" After dying in World War III, a battle-hardened soldier awakens in the Dragon Ball world as Bulma’s younger brother. But he's not alone—he’s part of a mysterious group chat connecting reincarnators across different universes. With shared knowledge, wild personalities, and unpredictable alliances, the multiverse will never be the same. Connected Worlds in the Group Chat: Dragon Ball Demon Slayer One Piece Minecraft Solo Leveling The Novel’s Extra Invincible Hunter x Hunter

Power. Strength. Control. Three stones exist, each holding the key to becoming the most invincible force the world has ever seen. Whoever finds them will rise above all-unstoppable, untouchable. But power is never given. It must be earned. Across vast landscapes and through infinite worlds, the search begins. Battles will be fought. Alliances will be tested. Portals will open to the unknown. Yet, true strength isn't just about winning fights. It's about knowing your worth, standing tall, and choosing the right path-even when everything is against you. The race has begun. Who will claim the Premium Powers? Also, despite the fact this story is still in the same world, it is still a completely different narrative from the series on Amazon. That one is Tenentes (Wielders) Legends of Minecraft Stories.

I basically put what I remember from what happened in my Minecraft session from that day, into deepseek. So I can have it a cleaner, more readable way. Uploaded for fun.

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In a dark night a skinny male walks out of a house shaking with iron armor on and a long diamond sword he walked forward and began scavenging with a torch in his left hand his with people in black robes with crossbows in their hands and a banner with a weird symbol in it follow this man closely i watched intently as i reported it to a gang located in a warehouse.