Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.

"I don't know, it's never come up, Mistress. We're often displayed and inspected, much as we were before our ceremony, fingered and toyed with by all the potential bidders. The slave is required to do whatever her purchaser wants, and I'm sure you'd feel less control than you usually require for sex. Any or all of our holes can be sold, sometimes used one after the other, sometimes all at once, depending on the Master selling us. For instance your mouth could be sold to a woman and you'd have to pleasure her as she wanted, which usually requires you to lick her cunt. Fifteen minutes is the usual cut off for women since we're more orgasmic. The men usually fuck us longer as they get to cum at

' I silently think to myself. But that doesn't mean it still doesn't hurt that they sold me. My own parents didn't want me. Well not John. I couldn't care less about him, but my mom... Everyone I trust ends up betraying me. Its all the same. Jessica, Rosemary, and now my own mother. I can't trust anyone. But that doesn't mean anything to me. I'm Skylar Alexis Daniels and I refuse to be beat. I'm a warrior. "So?" I ask placing the file back on the desk . Adrian looks shocked, but he compose himself and puts his emotionless face back on.

The experts on either side of Matt were top assassins from the Slaughter Gods! Both of them were highly skilled Supreme Grandmasters, and they were only a step away from the legendary Sage level. To deal with Sebastian, the Slaughter Gods had come to Matt and the others of their own accord and personally planned their death trap for him together. Sebastian dodged the attack of the four black-clad men once more. They waved their longswords wildly and flew toward Sebastian from behind, moving as fast as lightning.

"Hey, Kane. These fast slayers were personally trained by my uncle himself. They're enough to kill a supreme grand martial with dominant strength! "Are you a supreme grand martial? Regardless, you're still going to die!" Instantly, more than 20 fast slayers charged forward and quickly circled Alexander. "There is no need for the Saunders family to exist." Alexander put his hands behind his back, chanted a phrase, and slowly lifted his right foot. As soon as the sole of his right foot hit the ground, Arnold, Levi, and those 20 fast slayers would die instantly— "Arnold, stop it!" shouted a woman from the stairs not far away, sounding extremely worried.