Dark Gamer Novels & Stories

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

"Oh come on now, don't give up. You have so much potential. Get up. Get your swords out. You've got a battle to win." My eyes flicked open. "What battle?" "Your grandmother left you a present." "My grandmother?" "Yes... oh wait, you didn't know? Oops!" She covered her mouth as she feigned being surprised. "Who exactly is my grandmother and why did she leave me a present?" "I think you know her as Mila." "The darkness? The darkness is my grandmother!?" Karma smiled a wickedly. "Oh my god, that was worth it. I don't care what they do to me; that reaction was priceless."

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

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I laughed humourlessly, “So it’s my fault? Let go of me, you arse.” He didn’t his grip tightened, “I’m going to tell you this once Drea, you don’t know Emerson as I do, you don’t know what he will do to you-” “Can’t be worse than what you’ve done to me. At least he doesn’t care about your bullshit blacklist, he hired me off of my merit alone,” a stretch of the truth but not fully a lie, “And you can’t stand it. That someone would hire me when you made sure that I was an untouchable thing. The power’s gone now hasn’t it Nik, you can’t control me anymore and it’s killing you. And I won’t ask you again, let me go.”

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"That old lady didn't want me to stay in the house, I had no choice." She answered so he can give up. Damon closed his eyes frustrated. "We need to do something about this problem." He looked at her and she gulped looking around, his eyes were not giving her good vibes. He wasn't hiding his darkness at all. "Have you ever been hit in the head?" He asked in a serious tone, nothing was mischievous. "What?" She scowled and looked at him confused. "No!" "Okay, I'll be gentle!" He smirked and she gasped when he smacked her head with the back of his gun. Blackness dotted in front of her eyes as she lost her balance.

I kissed her temple as we followed them out of my office. I am not a happy man right now. Okay, so I was partially happy. I had been stuck in a meeting for the last three hours when I received a link telling me that several rogues had crossed the border. I quickly ended the meeting and as soon as I was far enough from town I shifted. While I do not like the reason, I had to end the meeting, I am glad that snooze fest is over. Those guys were starting to seriously get on my nerves. The scene Locke and I came upon pissed us off. Rogues were everywhere as Locke, and I joined in the fray. I grabbed one by the neck as it jumped at Virgil. I shook my head snapping its neck as Virgil nodded his lar

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on