Novel & Cerita Evil Gamer Fanfiction

He had arrived at the hidden tavern like an arrogant king, certain he was in control, but he was leaving like a beaten rat. Inside the tavern, Valkira watched the empty doorway for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. She turned to Darius, the cold look on her face finally softening. “He’s always been a coward,” she said, shaking her head. “Why am I not surprised he ran off with his tail between his legs?” Darius chuckled. “He was never much of a fighter.” Valkira smirked. “No, he's just a weak and a greedy bastard.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She giggled. Damian leaned down and bit her lower lip teasingly. “The best life for you kitten is to be my pet for eternity.” Evelyn smiled sweetly, licking her lips. “Yes, Master. I’m all yours.” ***The end***

The guest house was reeking of blood and death by now. Falcon was crying profusely as he had already sensed his approaching death. I picked him up by his blood-soaking collar and dragged him back to his room. "You have no idea who that bitch is...she is a.." I ripped his lips off for using such derogatory words for my Eva and severed his fingers one by one for they had dared to touch her. His screams of agony felt music to my ears. He fell unconscious in between but I woke him up so that he could feel each slice, tear. He will cry thousands times more then my Eva did.

It's not like she deserves her respect for how she treats her in return. Evy stares her down over her mask and decided that she shouldn't cause further problems by giving in to the provocations. She's sure they'll easily overpower her with their numbers alone. So she moves away from the right side of the board to the center and waits if she can shake off Tanya so she can resume her job hunting after she's done being a bitch. Pretending to look over the request that needed above F rank adventurers, she curiously glances at the ones being offered to her level, and it's mostly hunting small animals.

While I was bleeding on the training grounds or studying late into the night, Maverick was partying and changing mistresses like pairs of gloves. Kings are made, not born. Maverick’s wolf, Nergal, was never a match for Tyr. Now, my brother twisted his face in rage, loathing the idea of trading the softness of his mistress's bed for the hardships of a war camp. But he had no choice. I moved through the hallway with incredible speed. For the first time in years, my heart beat with pure anticipation. A few more steps and I would see my angel again. “Claim her tonight”, Tyr roared impatiently.

“The part where it says she killed her baby and her Alpha mate? Or where it says she’s deranged and dangerous?” He gives me a knowing look. “All of it. Plus, if she’s ‘deranged and dangerous’ why would they want her back?” He says, rolling his eyes. I go back to reading, flipping through the pages. “Why indeed..” I cut myself off to growl and bang my fist on the desk. “Motherfucker!!!” Evan stands up, startled. “What? What?” He says, coming over to me, to read what I’m reading. “Oh, shit.” He mumbles, slowly moving back and away from me.

It was a version of a one-way link. This part of my little game of chess was diabolical. See Evander eventually drop his link block and when he does, he will FEEL our other mates. He will feel all our arousal, want, need. Our other mates will be able to hear what’s bothering him and we will ALL be able to discuss it, like grown-ups. For me it’s going to be fun, for Evander it’s going to prove I get what I want.

I said in anger then I st*bbed him with a kn*fe, I don't know but my vision went dark, I don't want to be an evil scientist like him. He held my hand and looked at me with a smile, which made me even more angry and plunged the kn*fe into his body. "Traitor." He only said before I run away with our experimented will beings, I can see him little by little his eyes close looking at me. I kill*d my friend. I kill*d Daemon - - - - TYR'S POV. It was 2013, June 4th when I opened my eyes I didn't think I was really alive, I kept thinking about it...

The Shadow King of the Roguelands steps into view, his silver eyes scanning his fretful daughter before narrowing on me and Evander. He looks like Maeve. Their chiseled, sharp features are the same. The same mouth and teeth. The same nose. She’s his feminine image. I close my eyes against the black spots starting to sprout to life along the edges of my vision. “Evander, that’s enough,” Ryatt says darkly, but Evander doesn’t let go. “It’s fine. I deserve it,” I manage to gasp, not bothering to fight. He knocks me against the wall, still gripping me by the throat. “Where have you been? You were our best–our finest trainee–”

Emrys sat up with her still in his hold, Elva wished the ground could open up so she could hide herself from this utter embarrassing situation she was in. The people around too were very surprised by his actions, he never acted like that with any of the warriors in the base, he never showed any interest in any woman, they were the one throwing themselves on his bed. This time around it was shockingly a new thing, he was the one chasing the new girl so it seems. Was their Lycan King in love? No actually…..Is he even aware that he was in live with her already? That made their heads spin because he never announced loving anyone before, they wondered if he even knew what he was feeling for her b