Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

" Sean said histerically. Everyone tries to think of a way still looking at the screen. When the culprit finally shows his face on the camera. " good afternoon, are you happy to see me? You have been searching for me right? Here I am! Haha, but I guess you have to find me first hahaha" the dome was filled with his creepy laugh. " and look, I have here the most famous and the talked of the town! The very own Ashley Gray Hansons. The first female gamer in the E-sports industry." Ashley looked regaining her consciousness and tries to tilt when her head hurt feeling like she has been hit a million times. " oh, lucky! She's finally wake up!"

You'd better walk away with nothing to atone for your sins. In no time, Hale Corporation's stock price went into free fall. Online, the comments were completely one-sided, all aimed at cursing me out. "Oh, my God. He beat someone up that badly? He's a total domestic abuser. That's terrifying!" "I support the wife. Make Landon Hale leave with nothing!" "How can anything good come out of Hale Corporation with a man like that running the show? Boycott all of their products!" "I've been looking forward to that horror game for so long. Give me back my amazing game, Landon!"

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

“Well, well, well. Trouble in paradise? Feeling better today, are we, little brother?” Nero looked back at the woman-shape on the screen. The appetite in him sharpened, turned cold. “Livelier.” Nico remained silent. Rea smiled a thin smile. She leaned forward, touching the keyboard with two painted fingers, then pulled her hand back like it might bite. “If it’s her, she’s not smart. If it isn’t, she’s not smart either, for making herself look like it is. I mean that does look like her so called ‘killers’. That woman really is bad news.”

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

“Care to enlighten me?” “You don’t need a pretend girlfriend to go to your sister's wedding. You could actually go alone. And if you’re desperate enough for a date, you could always get anyone. You are Dominique Gray. A lot of women would kill to go on this trip with you. And if you ever run out of choices, you could get an escort. All of this is part of your little game to get inside my pants again.” “The last time I checked you picked out the game and you failed. Did you do that on purpose? Because a part of you is enjoying this little game of ours and you wouldn’t like for it to come to an end.”

"Hah, another epic victory royale!" "Maybe you should change your talent to the Ultimate Sticks Player." I replied sarcastically. "Hah, you wish. Maybe you should change your talent to the Ultimate Loser!" She retorted. "Owch, that was a low blow." I replied, setting up another game and laughing at her comment, "Let's keep going. I'll win eventually!"

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.