Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

I tell you, it’s better than sex. The fact it’s a man who I’ll be killing is just icing on the cake. I have always preferred killing men. Working for T.H.E.M. I usually don’t get to be selective about who I kill, but before I was recruited all but one of the thirteen people I had killed were men. The woman was just me going through an experimental phase, really. Trying it out to see if I liked it. She was alright, I won’t deny I still enjoyed it, but really there is nothing more satisfying in this world than killing a man. You can just call me Sarah the Heterogametic Slayer.

I yanked her by her hand and dragged her away with me. "What do you think, Mr. All Supreme?" she hissed, her tone sharp and cutting. Her smirk spread slowly, a dangerous glint lighting up her eyes. "Don’t forget who I am—I’m Reina, the killer. I could end you right here, right now, and not a soul would dare challenge me." She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she stepped closer, her presence suffocating. "So stop acting like you own me," she said, her voice low and venomous. "Because I will never, ever be yours." "Yeah? But you're were begging me for more last night. Forgotten so soon?" I said backing her up at the wall.

Whatever this was—whatever game Victor and his likes were playing—I’d been given a glimpse. And I knew one thing with bone-deep certainty: Garrick Slone wasn’t done with me. But I would make damn sure I saw him coming before he ever saw me again.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't let her do that. As they walked to the top where she'd be suspended from, they didn't notice a sneaky figure not far away, wearing a wide smile as if she had achieved the biggest of her goals in life. Valerie sat in her silent living room and watched the live footage of the shooting. This was V&Ms largest project of the year, they were even doing it only for the sake of it, but all stocks had been booked out from what there was of the Red Gold series, and Cynthia didn't even realise how much of a blessìng she was being.

He spun it like he was some fallen hero who risked everything for the players, standing up against the game's tyrants. [This Evelyn Shaw NPC is the system's chosen one! She's the key to breaking free. She controls them all!] The thread blew up instantly. [No way. Nightblade's lost it.] [Lmao, at least make it sound believable. The Vampire Prince fighting over a takeout girl?] [Wait—I swear I saw a scooter NPC in Haunted High. Thing was crazy fast.] [If this is real, it's game-changing.] The forum went nuts. Most wrote him off as salty, but a few top players and guilds weren't laughing.

I say, pulling on my power and Drake’s as well, letting the power and light flow through me. “I, Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, Councilmember to the supernatural world, and mate to King Drake Cazien do sentence you to death for your crimes,” I say and blast the room with my light. The vampires screech and hiss as their bodies dissolve into dust.

Alpha Athos stormed into the cave, armed with his weapons, ready for war. “Leandros, attack them from all their entry points!” yelled Zephyrus. It made Alpha Athos send his warriors all over to guard their hideout. “Burn, char, exterminate the enemy, Drakos!” he yelled, and Drakos rushed out. He then turned his furious gaze upon us. I knew this time he would show us no mercy. “Kill them, Gallatin!” yelled Alpha Athos furiously. “Wait! I’m ready to join you.” I didn’t have a choice but to agree to his conditions. I knew they wouldn’t think twice before killing us.

"The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?" "Are you familiar with poker?" "Very basically. I've never played." "A player wins each hand with money in the pot. Every hand where a slave is performing, the slave must orally caress the genitals of the winning player." "You mean suck cock?" "Two women also play poker. Regina and Lisa. They can win too." "Okay, so two minutes of oral gratification. What else?"

"They realized that I didn't just take the company. I took the frequency." "They aren't just afraid, Zora. They’re mobilized," Dante turned to face me, the obsidian-wolf tattoos on his chest beginning to settle back into his skin, though his aura remained jagged. "The Kingslayers aren't like the Judges. They aren't Alphas with fancy suits and legal degrees. They are the original prototypes. The ones who hunted the first Sovereigns. They don't capture. They erase." The tension in the room shifted. It wasn't just about us anymore—about the "toxic" bond or the jealousy over Kaelen Voss. It was about the survival of the bloodline.