Minecraft Tickle

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

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

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.

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.

Arin Valkar doesn’t remember who he was, where he came from, or why he woke up in a cultivation sect with no pants. What he does know is pain. Glorious, bone-crushing, soul-tickling pain. Welcome to the Saint Morrow Sect—a prestigious place where Arin’s official job is to get punched. Repeatedly. Daily. Professionally. But surprise! Every blow makes him stronger. Literally. Thanks to a system that rewards suffering, Arin's path to power is paved with bruises, sarcasm, and the occasional near-death experience. Oh, and did we mention there’s a spy girl with murder in her eyes who might also be his biggest fan? This is the story of a man who found enlightenment not through meditation, but through becoming the sect’s most annoying masochist. Because sometimes, to break the heavens, you’ve gotta get broken first.

He was born from a wound the empire tried to seal. A child of silence — Ian — carved between a predator and a pawn. Damian, too gentle for war and too shattered to speak, was never meant to carry the heir of a tyrant. And yet, he did. Ciel, the brother who watched from the gilded shadows, raised the boy as his own — Not out of love, but out of penance. They built a home from glass, pretending it was gold. But glass remembers every crack. And so does Ian. When death took Damian like it takes the quiet ones, And grief buried Ciel soon after, the throne passed to Anaskin — the heir born of accident, raised to rule, never meant to love. But love found him anyway, in the form of a boy with his father’s eyes and his uncle’s ghosts. Ian smiles like a prince, but touches like a question that can’t be answered. He’s the empire’s last truth — and Anaskin’s final sin. In a palace of lies, who dares to love the wound? "He was born from a curse, but I kissed him like a prayer." or "To love him was treason. To leave him was death."

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.

the hallways was always cold,and quiet the tickling sounds of blood added to the rythm like a fine tune like it always does before I woke up with a stab wound on four parts of my and the fifth was stitched up.

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)]

"I don't know what game you're playing," he murmured as they moved across the floor, "but marrying me was a dangerous move." "I didn't marry you," Isla hissed. "I don't even know you." "Then how do you explain this?" From his pocket, he produced a photo—a selfie of the two of them, her head on his shoulder, both smiling. Isla's heart pounded as she stared at the image. It was undeniably her, wearing a dress she'd never seen before. "That's... impossible," she whispered. "Where did you get this?" "It was on my phone the morning after our supposed wedding." His grip tightened slightly. "Along with hotel receipts, champagne charges, and this." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a watch—platinum with a navy face. Isla stared at it, a flash of something like memory tickling the edges of her mind. "What about that watch?" "According to the engraving, it was a wedding gift. From you." He turned it over, revealing tiny words etched into the back: To D, Forever Yours, I. Isla Bennett has it all—until she wakes up married to a stranger and pregnant with no memory of how she got there. With her career on the line and her past closing in, Isla must uncover the truth before everything unravels. But trusting her heart may be the most dangerous choice of all.

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.

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

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.

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

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.