Evil Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Damion slams his hand onto his forehead and says, “Of course! I drank coffee with him and when I tried to leave he stopped me forcibly, threatened me, and scratched my hand. They were deep cuts. Some blood must have gotten onto his hands too. That bastard!” Tasha is appalled by the way Carl chose to get to the book. She stares at the hand that Evarius is still holding. If she looks carefully, she can tell that it’s not alive, but it’s still crazy how much it looks like the real one. “This was dark magic,” says Tasha looking at Evarius, “wasn’t it?” “I guess so,” Evarius replies. “I am sure it was,” says Damion through gritted teeth “cause my father is such a saint!”

If there was a slight possibility that this wasn't just a game and evil tricks for him. But as he stared down at Erika, his gaze only turned softer, his fingers slowly rubbing in circles on her waist and his warm breath on her. With Erika's hands wrapped around his neck tight, he looked like he had waited for a long time. If this was really a game, he was the ultimate master of it. And there was a seething hatred she felt about it. "You know what's worse than a liar?" She whispered to him, not being able to keep her scepticism out of her eyes.

"Actually your Majesty, I was hoping you could authenticate my Rejection. Eva here is not only a vampire but she is also blind. I will not be weighed down by a defective mate." Eva felt as if an Arrow had passed through her heart. His words burned her like blue flames. She could t explain the pain she was in. Eva doubled over and fell to the ground on her hands and knees. How could he say those things about her? He was her mate. From all of the stories she had read, mates were a blessing, not a curse.

Then, with a strangled gasp, Valric’s eyes glazed over. For a heartbeat, silence. Then Elaria’s scream tore through the storm. Draven looked up as she raced down the steps, rain-soaked, wild-eyed. She fell to her knees beside him, hands already glowing faintly with healer’s energy. “You’re bleeding—your ribs—” “It’s not mine,” he rasped. His gaze was still locked on Valric’s body. “It’s over.” But she saw it in his eyes—it wasn’t. The fire still burned in the distance, the tower still crumbled, and the storm refused to die.

"And I’m not a whore. I know exactly what I’m doing." Evander finally moves. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The movement makes the muscles in his chest and shoulders bunch and pull against the fabric of his shirt. "You don't know shit," he says, his amber eyes pinning me to the floor. "You think you’re ready for this? You think you want me? You’re begging for something you can’t handle. I don't fuck, Valerie. I don't do dinner and I don't do soft. I break things. I ruin them. I take every single thing a woman has until there’s nothing left but a screaming mess. You aren't ready to be destroyed."

He growls, watching as Edgar rips her dress from her shoulders, pushing it roughly down, as Evelyn grabs Edgar by the short hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to her hungry mouth, wrapping her legs around him – Victor snaps his head away, pressing his eyes closed, holding back the feral roar that builds inside his throat, every muscle in his body rigid with defiance, screaming mine mine mine. In his hand, the tumbler shatters, slicing his palm. Victor lets the pieces of glass fall to the ground, blood dripping on top of them, before turning away to walk slowly back to his house. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A couple was having sex on the desk. The girl’s straddling a guy, grinding her hips while flipping her hair like a whip. Her naked boobs bounced like two freaking melons. She casually turned her head and she saw me. “FUCK!” she screamed. I hastily wanted to back out of the room. But it was too late. The guy lying on the desk turned his head to me. He’s got dark hair, green eyes, and the face of an angle. Ezra Ravenshire. The Lycan King’s heir narrowed his eyes at me. The expression on his face turned deadly.

" Heh ! What a delusional devil you are ! She can't even stand the sight of you , let alone be with you . " said Eskylrious with a smirk . " I think you are wrong . Didn't you see how passionately we hugged each other ? Didn't you see her relaxed expression in my arms ?! " said Liam . Eskylrious threw a powerful attack that Liam couldn't dodge . He ended up being hit right on his chest and thrown to the ground . Eskylrious held him down by using only his leg . He kept pressuring him on the ground with his feet on his chest .

Every anger and pain and fury all those years ago, I shouted down at that mind-linked bond towards her. “You’ll pay in blood, you bitch!” I mirrored her hair-raising laugh. “You’ll pay in blood, Elodie. I’ll make you pay in blood even if you’re my sister, you fucking ugly whore!” With that, I, Evadne, formerly from the Moonflame Pack, stepped into the snowy forest—and never glanced back behind me.

Eirika knew he was also dying to find out what happened between him and Wendy. "I might be a Lycan like you Nigel, but I am no match for Maverick. Comparing him with my father would be more appropriate and even my father is wary of him. I am no warrior, the only battle I prefer to fight is in the classrooms," he replied. Eirika, Nigel, and Gwenna chuckled but Eirika and Nigel’s crackle sounded more like a jeer. Eirika thought being a classroom warrior was not only Marnet Darnald's forte, but he was also good at getting in the pants of his female students apparently and pretending otherwise.