Evil Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After two hours of work, Dad finally woke up, strolling over to the table with a sour look, waiting to be served. Eve came over, eyes downcast, and carefully placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal on the table. Dad’s eyes locked onto her, dark and menacing. Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing her roughly. She flinched, and the hot oatmeal spilled all over his pants. Dad leaped up, fury flashing in his eyes. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking hard. “You evil woman! Trying to ruin this family’s legacy, huh?” He spat his words like venom, his face twisting with rage. “What were you doing sneaking around last night, huh? Meeting another man?

A frown stretched across his face, eliminating every ounce of meekness that had once existed. His lips didn’t move. They didn’t need to. I could hear his freaking thoughts. “What do you think, Elora?” I took one risky step out of my tent, letting the curtain sway behind me. He raised a brow, as though he was amused by my boldness. It was a good thing no one else could hear our conversation, because I might be attacked and killed on the spot for treason if they did. “I think that you’re a selfish, self absorbed, sadistic, masochistic, evil, heartless, and very reckless being. You, Ryker Veylard, have not a bit of a soul in you. But I’m going to take it all in good faith,”

Damien slammed his fist into the wall, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Elena flinched, but her instincts didn’t falter. She stepped closer, grabbing his arm. “This isn’t just a message. It’s bait”, He shook his head, breathing hard. “It’s more than that. It’s war. She crossed a line”, “She’s daring you to lose control,” Elena said softly. “We can’t afford that”, But even as she spoke, her own hands trembled. Maverick wasn’t just a hacker. He was their inside edge, the one man who had nearly cracked Viper’s personal firewalls, and who held the keys to her digital empire. And now he was being tortured somewhere off-grid, maybe dying; because he believed in them.

“You’re... a vampire.” “Times change, kid,” Igor said, slinging a massive arm over the bench, leaning back. “Your female doesn't care about bloodlines, only results. I train the young elite. Your boy, Valerian? He punches like a runaway freight train. Needs to work on his footwork, though. Too much like his old man, from what I hear. Arrogant. Heavy on the left pivot.” I watched from the head table as Evan’s expression shifted from guarded suspicion to utter shock. He glanced over at Valerian, who was sitting a few feet down, ignoring his father entirely but watching Igor with a look of gruff respect.

she cried desperately. She seemed to realize I would not agree, so she squatted and covered her face to sob loudly. When I turned around without hesitation and walked away, her malicious voice rang out behind me. "Luna Hill! Don't think that you've won just yet! You're so cold-blooded, you'll get what's coming to you!" I did not flinch. Karma was real, and I intended to be her karma this time.

In her place stood someone harder, someone dangerous. Someone who had nothing left to lose. And in that moment, I made myself a promise. Eva wanted a war? Fine. She'd get one. And this time, I wouldn't rest until I'd taken everything from her, just as she'd taken everything from me. The game was about to change. And I was finally ready to play for keeps.

Father sighed, patting me, "Thank goddess this worked. I was almost panicking. I thought I was finally going to join your Mother." Everyone laughed at the funny way he said it lightening up the room. "He must have put a cloaking spell on you that we didn't even know what was happening." Godmother got serious now. "If that is what it is called, yes. I couldn't even see my surroundings well enough to retaliate," I growled. "Definitely, because I had to follow my Lycan senses in order to trace and drag him out of the stupid bubble he created to kill you." Eva growled and I smiled, kissing her forehead.

"Okay, so I summoned the ancient wolf of the witches from your legend?" Elly nodded happily. "I think so." Eva rolled her eyes. "Elly! Those legends also have virgin sacrifices, girls eaten alive, and people whose blood is drained! How do you know this thing is friendly?" "I know," she said. "Because he's your mate." Eva's eyes flew wide open. She was in shock. "Okay, you've completely lost it!" she said, standing up and reaching for her coat. She wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Daemonikai crossed his arms. Vladya's mouth opened. They closed, words failing him. "Ukrae's balls. Not that the idea of erasing the entire human population isn't tempting as hell, but you can't do that," Vladya said at last. "You'll become that person again. Evie went through hell to purge the world of Daemonikai the Cruel. The Berserker. Vicious Destroyer. Harbinger of Ruin. What the hell is wrong with you?"

**TRIGGER WARNING** There is a scene within this chapter that could trigger those that are sensitive to sexual abuse. While the chapter does not portray rape persay, Lucifer is put under a spell where he loses control. Lucifer’s POV “That would be splendid!” Eve squeals from beside me, clapping her hands together in excitement as she jumps from her seat, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek. Her cheeks flush adorably as she realizes what she has done. She murmurs an apology before wrapping her arm around Remiel’s bicep, pushing him towards the exit. She casts me one last look when she reaches the door, her eyes flashing with power before disappearing quickly.