Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

“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, this was Zen the gamer - their

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

Some of us died from old age, others died because of hunters, and some of us just went to war with each other. There weren't many of us to begin with, but now including the 4 we slaughtered, my pack, Lunar Rise, and the pack we are about to slaughter, Lunar Peak, were the only ones left. Now it's just us and Lunar Peak. They is it as "conquering our kind to become the rulers", they want to be on top, the ring leaders of our kind. One alpha, one luna, one beta, one gamma, only our warriors, only our scouts, and their families.

she argued, feeling her face grow hot with anger. Maya Fallon. The emergency name. A name used by the female Slayers when faced with any instance where they risked their identity. The name would immediately flag up on the Guild's system, and the guild would assist immediately. Jake will have called or messaged with the situation, so the Guild was very for the search for medical records and would have had something prepared. This was something she never thought she'd have to use. She was always so careful. She appreciated the safety net, but she saw it as a failure to have to use it.

"Boss, since this woman wronged you, I'll help you get your revenge!" Carla was a rare kind of gaming genius. Even when I dueled her one-on-one, I lost more often than I won. Someone like Madison, who barely had time to play games, was no match for her. In three minutes flat, Carla completely crushed her. Smiling sweetly, Carla turned on voice chat. "Tsk. With skills like that, you might want to spend less time talking and more time practicing—before your gameplay gets even more pathetic." "Who are you?" Madison asked calmly, completely unaffected by the taunt. "Wasn't Charlie the one using this account?

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

They think they’re gambling with cards, with luck, with numbers on a screen, but I know different. They are simply drowning in the shallows, and they have no idea. They’re gambling with me. I don’t rise or even look up when Xander and Rio walk in. I don’t need to. They take the seats across from my desk without being invited—already annoyed, already aware that if I called them in this early, someone’s day was about to get significantly worse. And by worse… I mean if they can’t pay, they end up in different parts of the city. Dead.

But she didn’t speak or look at me. Then she pulled away. Her eyes—no longer a child’s eyes burned black with rage and red with grief. She seized her hellblade, lifting it high. Bahar writhed on the ground, coughing, blind from the poison. Manolya’s scream ripped through the cavern as she threw herself upon her. Blade down. Once. Twice. Again. “For Ayla! For Ipek! For Pelin! For Aziz!” Each thrust sank deep, splattering blood across her arms, her face. Her sobs rose with every strike.