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Destruction of the Overworld (Book Two):
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Gameknight999 vs. Herobrine (Book Three):
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HEROBRINE’S REVENGE SERIES
From beyond the digital grave, Herobrine has crafted some evil games for Gameknight999 to play!
Gameknight999, a former Minecraft griefer, got a big dose of virtual reality when his father’s invention teleported him into the game. Living out a dangerous adventure inside a digital world, he trekked all over Minecraft, with the help of some villager friends, in order to finally defeat a terrible virus, Herobrine, who was trying to escape into the real world.
Gameknight thought that Herobrine was gone for good. But as one last precaution before his death, the heinous villain laid traps for the User-that-is-not-a-user that would threaten all of the Overworld, even if the virus was no longer alive. Now Gameknight is racing the clock, trying to stop Herobrine from having one last diabolical laugh.
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Overworld in Flames (Book Two):
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THE BIRTH OF HEROBRINE SERIES
Can Gameknight999 survive a journey one hundred years into Minecraft’s past?
A freak thunderstorm strikes just as Gameknight999 is activating his father’s Digitizer to reenter Minecraft. Sparks flash across his vision as he is sucked into the game … and when the smoke clears he’s arrived safely. But it doesn’t take long to realize that things in the Overworld are very different.
The User-that-is-not-a-user realizes he’s been accidentally sent a hundred years into the past, back to the time of the historic Great Zombie Invasion. None of his friends have even been born yet. But that might be the least of Gameknight999’s worries, because traveling back in time also means that the evil virus Herobrine, the scourge of Minecraft, is still alive …
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THE MYSTERY OF ENTITY303 SERIES
Minecraft mods are covering the tracks of a mysterious new villain!
Gameknight999 reenters Minecraft to find it completely changed, and his old friends acting differently. The changes are not for the better.
Outside of Crafter’s village, a strange user named Entity303 is spotted with Weaver, a young NPC Gameknight knows from Minecraft’s past. He realizes that Weaver has somehow been kidnapped, and returning him to the correct time is the only way to fix things.
What’s worse: Entity303 has created a strange and bizarre modded version of Minecraft, full of unusual creatures and biomes. Racing through the Twilight Forest and MystCraft, and finally into the far reaches of outer space, Gameknight will face his toughest challenge yet in a Minecraft both alien and dangerous.
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Monsters in the Mist (Book Two):
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EXCERPT FROM THE BONES OF DOOM
A BRAND NEW FAR LANDS ADVENTURE
The villagers all ran toward the jungle, everyone anxious to get out of the sweltering dry heat of the desert. Though not as hot, the jungle was incredibly humid, making it feel just as uncomfortable as the previous biome.
Watcher continued heading to the east, using the compass his father had given him long ago. Blocks of leaves and thick shrubs blocked their progress, and at times it was necessary to use axes to cut through the undergrowth. Glancing around, he saw the villagers were scattering, the difficult terrain forcing many to choose alternate paths around the frequent obstacles.
“This is not good,” Watcher said, searching for Cutter. He found the big NPC chopping through blocks of thick leaves, creating a path for the wounded. Motioning with his bow, he gestured for him to come near. “We need to keep everyone together. I suspect this is called the Creeper’s Jungle for a reason.”
“I know,” the big warrior said. “I’m trying to—”
BOOM!
An explosion rocked the jungle. The ground shook and so many leaves fell from the towering trees that it was difficult to see for a moment. Cutter stared down at Watcher with fear in his eyes.
He’s deathly afraid of creepers, Watcher thought. But he doesn’t want anyone to know.
“Archers, form a perimeter around me!” Watcher yelled as loud as he could. “Everyone, come to the sound of my voice.” He glanced up at Cutter. “Bang your sword on that armor of yours … make some noise.”
The villagers glanced around at the green blocks that surrounded them, his head moving from place to place in a panic. Watcher drew Needle from his inventory, then smacked Cutter across the chest with the flat of the blade. The warrior turned and glared down at the boy, his hand reaching for his own sword.
“Bang on your armor and get everyone’s attention. We need the army together, in one place.” Watcher smacked his chest again, lightly. “Do it!”
Cutter shook his head, as if trying to dislodge his fear, then pulled out his huge diamond sword and another piece of iron armor. He banged on the metal plating as if it were a gong, the clanking noise drifting out into the jungle.
“Everyone come to that sound!” Watcher shouted. “Come together … here, with me and Cutter.”
Villagers moved toward them, their eyes darting about, eyeing the green surroundings with suspicion. As soon as Watcher had enough archers, they fanned out into a large circle. Next, he sent the woodcutters to clear out some of the brush so they could see each other without having to look around shrubs or large clusters of leaves.
Psssss … BOOM!
Another creeper detonated, but this time, the explosion was punctuated by a terrified scream that was suddenly cut off.
I hope my friends are okay, he thought. Just then, a terrible image came to Watcher’s mind.
“Where’s Planter?” Watcher searched frantically for his friend.
“I’m here.” Her voice was like the ringing of a perfect bell to Watcher. He took a breath and allowed the stress that had built up slowly seep away.
The villagers were beginning to set up defenses, placing blocks of dirt on the ground to make it difficult for creepers to approach. Swordsmen pulled out shields and blades, ready for any monster attack.
“I think we have everyone together now,” Blaster said, his green leather armor merging with the background. “I’m going to the treetops with some other scouts. We’ll try to find the creepers. When we do, we’ll let you know where they’re at.”
“How will you let us know where the monsters are hiding?” Winger asked.
“Don’t worry … you’ll know.” The boy smiled.
“Wait … take these.” Winger handed him four pair of Elytra wings. “They might make it easier for you to get back to the ground.”
Blaster took the shimmering gray wings, then ran to the largest junglewood tree with three other villagers following close behind. Using blocks of dirt, he built a set of stairs that spiraled around the trunk of the looming tree until they disappeared into the foliage high overhead.
A hissing sounded off to the right.
“Creeper!” one of the archers yelled.
The twangs of bowstrings filled the air as a group of warriors fired on the creature. In seconds, a cheer rang out, signaling the monster had been destroyed.
“Watcher,” a voice said from
high overhead. “Keep moving to the east. There’s a large group of creepers sneaking up from behind. Get moving!”
Cutter turned and looked behind the group, but the only thing visible was the thick jungle foliage. He put his diamond sword back into his inventory, then pulled out an axe.
“That’s a good idea.” Watcher smiled up at the big warrior. “Swordsmen, take out axes. We’re cutting through the jungle as we head for the ocean. Archers, keep your eyes open for creepers. Use your ears … their hissing will give them away.” He glanced around at the army of NPCs. They were scared; he could see it in their eyes. But now, his friends and neighbors were looking for him to lead them to safety.
Maybe I can do this. Watcher found Planter and gave her a smile, then pulled out his enchanted bow and notched an arrow to the string.
“Everyone forward!”
The army moved through the jungle to the sound of chopping. The soldiers tore into the leaves and shrubs as if they were cutting through an army of monsters. As they attacked the jungle with their axes, the archers stood guard on the perimeter, ready to silence any creeper that might be foolish enough to approach.
An explosion detonated high in the treetops, far to the north.
“That must be the signal from Blaster,” Cleric said. “There’s creepers to the north.”
Another explosion then rocked the jungle to the south.
“More creepers,” Cutter said, his voice lacking it’s normally confident and booming edge to it.
“Come on, everyone … we need to move faster!” Watcher put away his bow and pulled his own axe out, lending the iron tool to the effort.
The army of NPCs moved through the jungle, but it was slow going. The growth of shrubs, trees, and vines were thick, and almost seemed to be getting denser as they delved deeper into the biome. Sweat rained down from Watcher’s forehead as he hacked at the blocks of leaves before him. He could just imagine the mottled green creatures sneaking up on them from the three sides, the strange, four-footed monsters wanting to end their lives by destroying as many of his friends as possible. It made him shudder with dread.
Just then an explosion punched through the sounds of the jungle high in the treetops. Then more blocks of TNT went off behind and to the left and right … the creepers were closing in from all sides.
“We’re surrounded,” Cutter said, his voice shaking.
Watcher put away his axe and glanced around at the members of their army. Everyone had stopped and were just staring at him, terrified expressions on their faces … all except Er-Lan. The zombie seemed to be looking off into the distance, listening to the animals around them. The faint growls and howls of wild ocelots could be heard through the foliage, the spotted cats illusive and difficult to tame.
“What I wouldn’t give for a clowder of cats right now,” Watcher muttered.
“Clowder of cats?” Er-Lan asked.
“Yeah, clowder means group of cats. Creepers are afraid of cats.” Watcher turned in a circle and surveyed their surroundings. He glanced at Cutter and could tell the big NPC was paralyzed with fear. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. Everyone pull out blocks of dirt or stone or whatever you have. We’re building our own little castle right here in the jungle.” He took out his enchanted bow. “We aren’t gonna let any creepers get close to us without paying a price.”
A few villagers cheered … but only a few.
“I know you’re all scared, but we can get through this if we work together.” Watcher held his bow high over his head. “This is not the end … it’s only the beginning of our defense against the monsters of the Far Lands.”
A whistling sound filled the air. Behind him, Er-Lan had two fingers in the corner of his mouth and was making a piercing sound that cut through the noises of the jungle. Instantly, parrots descended upon the circle of villagers. A rainbow of color beyond anything Watcher could imagine descended on their clearing, all of the birds flying toward the zombie.
The decaying creature held his arms out, allowing many of the creatures to land. They bobbed their heads up and down, squawking and squeaking. Er-Lan said something quietly to those closest to him, then flung his arms upward, sending the parrots back into the air. The feathery creatures squawked to each other and dispersed out in all directions.
“What was that?” Watcher asked.
Er-Lan smiled. “Clowder means a group of cats.” His grin grew larger.
“I think the zombie is losing it,” Cutter said.
Watcher spun around and saw his friend approaching. “You okay?”
“Yeah … sorry. Creepers are not my favorite monster.”
“I know, I’m afraid of them too.”
“Who said anything about being afraid?” Cutter snapped.
“Ahh … well, I … umm.” Watcher looked for something to say, but found no words that would help.
“And who put you in charge?” The big NPC glared at Watcher. “I’m leading this army, not you. You’re just leading the archers, but everyone does what I say. You got that?!”
Watcher nodded and took a step back. The angry edge to Cutter’s voice was a little frightening.
What did I do? I was just trying to help, the boy thought.
Notching an arrow to his bow string, Watcher moved to the perimeter and watched for the green monsters. Villagers all around him were building barricades of dirt and stone. Swordsmen were clearing away shrubs beyond the impromptu barricade, making it easier for the archers to find their targets. Archers built tiny towers of dirt, then attached wide platforms on top able to hold four defenders, allowing them to shoot over the walls at any approaching monsters.
The defenses came together quickly, but Watcher knew they would not be enough. He knew if only one creeper made it to their wall it would detonate, tearing open their defenses. The rest of the monsters could then pour into the clearing. Their explosive lives would then destroy every last member of their army.
I’ve led everyone into a trap, and their deaths will be my fault, Watcher thought. I can only hope I don’t survive; I don’t think I could bear this guilt.
“They’re coming!” a voice said from high above him.
Four figures jumped out of the trees overhead, then leaned forward, causing their Elytra wings to snap open, and allowing the villagers to fly in a wide circle around the perimeter of their formation, slowly floating to the ground. They landed gracefully, then removed their wings and replaced them with armor.
“Thanks for the wings,” Blaster said to Winger. “They got us down so we wouldn’t miss the fun.”
“What do you mean?” Winger asked.
Blaster sighed. He removed his leather armor, and replaced it with thick iron.
“You can’t run very fast or hide in that,” Watcher said.
“I don’t think we’re going to do much running or hiding.” A sad expression came across the boy’s face.
He reached out a hand to Watcher, the archer doing the same. They clasped each other’s wrists, a sign of both greeting and parting. This time, Watcher knew it was meant for the latter.
“Here they come,” an archer shouted from his perch. “Oh no …”
“What?” Watcher stared up at the villager. The archer looked down with a resigned expression on his face and just shook his head.
Pulling blocks of dirt out of his inventory, Watcher jumped into the air and placed the block under his feet. He repeated this six times, then slowly turned. Emerging from the jungle were countless creepers, their dark eyes filled with hatred. Some of the monsters sparkled as electric sheets of energy hugged their bodies; these were the charged creepers … and they were very dangerous.
He tried to count the monsters, but there were just too many. The creepers were packed together, shoulder to shoulder, with more and more pushing through the underbrush. They probably outnumbered the villagers ten to one … it was impossible to imagine defeating them all.
Watcher gazed down at his companions.
“Well?” Pl
anter stared up at him.
Her green eyes and long blond hair had never looked so beautiful to Watcher. I should have told her how I feel … Now I’ll never get the chance.
“What do you see?” she asked.
What should I say … that I see everyone’s death? It’s hopeless.
He said nothing, just stared down at Planter, trying to burn her image into the back of his mind so it would be there to comfort him in his final moments.
“Here they come!” another villager shouted.
Watcher turned toward the treeline as hundreds of creepers charged toward them. It was the end.
COMING SOON:
THE BONES OF DOOM:
THE RISE OF THE WARLORDS BOOK TWO
Zombies Attack! Page 23
