Gamer Slayers の小説・ストーリー

And soon—mine to ruin. " Don't underestimate her! Hades! She is the commander. I heard she could defeat ten commanders all together. Maybe she won't be easy to play with!" Carlos slumped himself onto the couch, scrolling his phone. " Well, Only the future will tell!" Elysia Celeriac... I don't know who your mate is. But I am certain that I am the one who will dig my fangs into your bare nape and suck the blood in to make my territory.

And Slada was not sure - is it so good - to remember her life before she became a walker? The eyes of the hunter who called herself her sister, full of hatred and anger, again surfaced in her memory. And a promise to kill at the next meeting. I remembered the guardians who captured her - almost feral - near the village. No. Slada did not want to know her former life, because it is very possible that then she would hate herself now with the same force with which these people hated her. She didn't think she deserved to be hated. Neither she nor her husband. And none of her pack. Because in all her life, Slada has never killed a single person.

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?”

One by one I took in their faces knowing that they needed to be dealt with next, but right now I needed to focus my attention on the fight that was going on behind me, as another growl rumbled from within the circle. Turning my attention back on the fight, I watched Alpha Gunner take a slice of flesh from Beta Ryker’s underbelly. Beta Ryker let out a yelp of pain, but didn’t stop his own pursuit of swiping his claws back at Alpha Gunner, who thankfully moved in the nick of time out of Beta Ryker’s reach.

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