Gamer Novels & Stories

She unequivocally trusted Eva, and believed her when she said that humanity was better off without him. Eva told her a few stories about how he had griefed his way through Bellum Aeterna, and his name was often met with ire when spoken aloud. Miko wasn’t sure what a griefer was, as she had never experienced that level of harassment in a game before, so she asked. “They’re not very complex,” replied Eva. “They simply get off on hurting other people. Hindering their progress, or pk’ing them over and over.” “Why?”

To them, we were walking wallets. Feed us. Keep us comfy. Then wipe us out in one clean sweep. And yeah, in this game, killing other players was totally allowed. What they didn't know? I wasn't just earning trust—I was stacking top-tier gear from monsters who'd literally die for me. They raised their wands. A flash of magic shot at me. Mara sneered. "Hand over the cards, and maybe I'll let you live—for old times' sake. Otherwise? You die here."

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”

Keon sat in the low glow of his gaming room, eyes glued to the monitor as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse. The rhythmic clicking echoed through the room, the sound of rapid-fire shots and explosions filling the air as he maneuvered his character through an intense solo match. On the screen, his avatar weaved through enemy fire, jumping between platforms and dodging obstacles in a futuristic, high-tech battlefield—a game that required not just skill but lightning-fast reflexes.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes,

All it would’ve taken was a change of wardrobe and a slight hairstyle change, and we wouldn’t raise a single eyebrow walking into a StopGame. Don’t give me that P.C. stereotyping crap. Look, I’m not saying this to be sexist or anything. Believe me, I know anyone can be a gamer, or a fisher, or a K-K-Fucking-K member, regardless of how they look or dress. That’s not what I’m saying. Hell, I’ve been known to spend a weekend killing people on video games (ya know, when I’m not spending my weekend killing people in real life . . . )

“I work at night.” “Oh?” she asked, swallowing. “What do you do?” “Game designer.” “Huh,” she said looking him over again. “Makes sense.” He huffed out a laugh and his half-cocked smile was like a laser beam holding her frozen in place. Geez, the man had killer blue eyes and an adorable smile. “I look like a gamer?”

I could watch her play her little games. Because watching Elena move through my company, watching her move through every interaction like she was playing chess, the challenge energized me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe decades. I picked up another cigarette from the pack on my desk, and tapped it against the table surface. But being a bystander in someone else’s game had never interested me. Even as a child, I’d been the type to flip the board over if I wasn’t winning. My ex-wife used to say I had a pathological need for control.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that