Gamer Slayers Novels & Stories

“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!”

there are two types of Slayers. the Champions. and the Fighters. The difference is that the champions represent a Mafia gang or family. and the fighters are just there for themselves. They don't live long in this slaughter if they don't get sponsored quickly...... That's why I stared at Melz as if he had fallen on his head. -Why not shoot me in the heart instead? Don't you think it will be faster? I ask him casually.

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

You're probably jealous of him. —You're so foolish and naive that you fell in love with your tormentor. He's not the one you see from your window when you spy on him," she whispers in my ear, "He's a sadistic killer who takes girls, makes them his slaves and gives them such a torturous death that even though... they beg for their death, he dismembers them alive. My heart stops when I hear that. —That is not true. —My lips tremble as I say it. —It's... a lie.

I was wrong. I struggled to snap out of the depression my heartbreak had sent me spiraling into thanks to that silly little game. Drake's cruel words calling me a silly little girl still hurt for months but that was nothing compared to the pain that awaited me six months later. Wolves are strong and live much longer than humans usually, but a group of rogues attacked our pack and all the adults fought just as they were trained to do. My mom was among those fighting. She was strong and came from an alpha bloodline, not just any bloodline but a particularly strong and old alpha line from Italy. She was one of our fiercest warriors and as such she was on the front lines of battle. There were to

Another girl asked. "After several of the guests left, the regular weekly poker game occurred. We normally have one every Thursday, but Master moved it to Monday as he didn't want to share us our last day. A slave serves below the table, orally pleasuring the winners of each hand. We'd lost two of the female slaves by that time, so it was four women and a man. I was surprised three of the players allowed the male slave to suck them. With their winnings from the poker game, they could bid on the services of a slave for an hour. The male's wife didn't allow him to participate. She wanted him to watch her fuck other people. She was very unhappy to find him both submissive and gay leaning. Two o

The rain of blood that she created was now falling in the sky like bullets of the sniper. Sharp and deathly. The bullets of the blood might not kill the dragon but surely injure the dragon slayers. Naomi also seemed to know what she should do once the blood made contact with the dragons and the owner. “KWARGH!” “KAGH!” “PBAKH!” All sorts of yells echoed throughout the area where the dragons were. “Burn… burning. Something it’s burning.” One of the dragon slayers coughed loudly. ROOARRRRRRRRR!!!

The crowd roared, sensing an epic showdown. Valoric observed, intrigued by the pack's synergy. "They're stronger than expected," he muttered. Viktor growled, "We'll crush them." Sabine smirked, "Easy prey." But Lukarian's pack held surprises. Ryker unleashed Dark Fae magic, Phoenix exploited vampire weaknesses. Blaze, Storm, and Rain executed flawless teamwork. Valoric's eyes narrowed. "Not tonight, Quad Kings. Tonight, we feast." With a wave of his hand, the vampires launched a fierce assault. The pack stood firm, determination burning within. The battle for gaming supremacy had begun, and only time would tell who'd reign supreme.

Helia threw back a brash retort, "Thanks for the compliment. You're a lot brighter sounding than the other giants I've killed." His tone took on a very confident, predatory lilt, "Have you now? And how many have you killed?" "Three. And I'm going to add your carcass to the tally!" she shouted. "Three? Huh." His rumbling laughter rolled over her, "You're certainly vicious. I've lost count of how many slayers I've ended. I thought perhaps after the first hundred, you humans would learn it was a futile endeavor to try and kill me." Helia drew her sword and gripped it in a combative stance, placed her shield before her, and shouted, "Why don't you come out and we'll see how futile it is?"

They were tossed around like dolls. At the same time ze had struck him, Lucifer grabbed the SMG out of his hands, spun it around in hir grip, then sprayed bullets casually into the slavers. Their own bullets tore through their armor, and shredded their bodies underneath. While Lucifer handily tore apart one group of slavers, Kali jumped out from the smoke with her hammer held high. She charged the next closest group of slavers, then slammed one with a devastating downward swing.