Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

[Atticus] Laz records the results, documenting this decision in the meeting log and we move on to the next element of the game--choosing the method. As last year’s winner, I get to choose. “I thought we’d go a bit ‘old school’ for this year’s game,” I announce as I stand and pull an old deck of cards from the pocket of my jacket. “Like Old Testament. How many of you know the seven deadly sins?” Evie yawns, stretching her arms above her head. “BOOOOORING,” she moans, opening her perfectly painted mouth wide. “Sloth, lust, greed, envy, blah blah blah. When did you get religious, Ace?”

I knew he was right; there was no arguing with him. “When will you know if it’s safe?” I asked, peering up at him. “When the Slayers are defeated once and for all,” Gavin answered, looking between the two of us. “I already have a plan in motion. I have their location pinned; I’m going to find the leader and kill her myself.” Telling from the look on his face, I knew he was being truthful. But it was a suicide mission, and I couldn’t let him go through with something like that.

Whoever she got close to, she’d kill that person… A few of the professional gamers were all crying for their parents after being tortured. Each time Xyla bumped into an opponent, she would think of that person as the ‘master’ and kill that person cruelly. In the end, she won the match with her teammates within fifteen minutes… After emerging victorious, Xyla continued to play a few more rounds. She played all the matches in the same style, at the same speed, and with the same victorious outcome. It didn’t matter who she went against. They would all be tortured by her bloodlust.

Though they were skilled, she was busy slaying and taking down towers. Suddenly, she heard a loud thud and then a groan of pain. She immediately stood, putting down the phone on the desk. That caused her chosen game character, Destina, a female orc fighter with two hammers, to die, ending her 30-kill streak. But she didn't care about it; one death couldn't decide the outcome of the game. She rushed to the bathroom door and knocked, "D-Dad, are you alright?" she called out in a frantic voice.

"The massacre that obliterated the entire village of Faerystone. The perpetrator is the serial killer known as Rime Slayer, classified by Airburst as a Queen-level criminal. As the rescue team shattered through the icy glass panes in search of survivors, they were met with a grim tableau of despair. The village inhabitants lay dead, their bodies marked with massive lacerations. Upon closer examination, the wounds revealed traces of crimson ice formed from congealed blood..." As the commentator introduced the start of the sparring match, the competition was now underway. People were eagerly anticipating the clash between the top blademaster prodigies, having caught a glimpse of their skills i

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

The giant's boot swept back, returning to its original place calmly as if apathetic to the death it had just dealt. His head tipped slightly and seemed to bob in a counting sort of gesture, "Hmm...eight." With a deliberate step he delivered a swift end to the nearest slayer, "Seven." There was a frantic scramble of the survivors to get to their feet and flee for the trees. A sickening crunch, "Six..." and two more, "Five...four..." Two slayers turned defensively and fired their crossbows; mere leaves caught up in the bloody hurricane that was barreling down on top of them.

I did not even raise my sword. A jet-black demonic flame erupted from Duanyuan's blade and licked out, incinerating the magnificent Immortal-Binding Sash to ash. Liu Ying pointed at me, incensed. "The Celestial Lord showed you mercy, and you dare push your luck?! Kneel and repent, or I will be the first to make you pay!" I turned my head and looked straight at Liu Ying, my tone hardening. "Senior Sister, in this world, aside from my former husband, everyone else who has ever dared to harm me is already dead."