Griefer X Player Novels & Stories

She unequivocally trusted Eva, and believed her when she said that humanity was better off without him. Eva told her a few stories about how he had griefed his way through Bellum Aeterna, and his name was often met with ire when spoken aloud. Miko wasn’t sure what a griefer was, as she had never experienced that level of harassment in a game before, so she asked. “They’re not very complex,” replied Eva. “They simply get off on hurting other people. Hindering their progress, or pk’ing them over and over.” “Why?”

He couldn't help but feel fear at the depths of his stomach. "I don't know anything. You've got the wrong guy." The man was bent on keeping quiet, well not for long. "Okay then, I hope you don't go back on your words, my little friend." Xavier squats Infront of him and smirks mockingly. Godvric pushed a cart filled with all kinds torture weapons . The man gulp down a non existent saliva as he stared the torture weapons Infront of him.. Without giving him a chance to think or regret his actions, Xavier picked up a bartender's knife and sliced off his fingers without warning, making him scream out loud.

“I want every single one of you searching for Rhea and Jimin now!” Xavier grunted. “The first person to get their scent would get a prize from me, and trust me, I’m far more generous than Ghost. I would never ever slay the person that gives me what I want when I want it.” “Yes Alpha,” they replied and bounded out immediately.

"Why did you do that?" "I had a moment of anger," Tristan responded indifferently. "And you had to take it out on my phone?!" Xavier complained. "Would you prefer I took it out on you?" Tristan asked, showing no sign of remorse. The door opened, revealing Griffin's confused expression as he saw Xavier kneeling on the floor in front of the broken device. "What happened here?" Griffin asked. "You don't want to know," Xavier replied, looking coldly at Tristan, who rolled his eyes.

X grits through his teeth, his whole demeanor going dark. “I-I’m sorry man,” the drunk guy says, visibly gulping down his fear. “X,” I say trying to get him to chill, it’s so not a big deal it was an accident. He lifts his index finger to me but doesn’t look my way, he’s in his dark trance and from what I’m gathering, when he’s in it, he’s fully committed to it. “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to my lady,” X nearly growls out.

"What do you think will happen if I use this dagger to cut your face?" As he spoke, he assessed Grace. He pretended to look regretful as he said, "This delicate face will become a hideous monster." Grace clenched her fists. Just as she was about to retort, Xander quickly grabbed her hand, helping her control her emotions. Meanwhile, Darien continued his monologue, unaware of their subtle movements. He took out a pair of pliers. "This is a good tool. It can pull out each of your teeth one by one."

"Ray, you can't do this! I shout uselessly into the distance. Xavier stands up, and turns slightly to survey the rest of the battlefield. He seems surprisingly calm, but tears stream down his face in a betrayal of his true emotions. I can't help but think that there is something wrong with the image in front of me. That Ray is breathing, that he is going to open his eyes and nothing is right. That he would say something like "are you wrong?!" in his low, casual voice, and immediately dive back into the battle. I try to push this proposed reality forward, wondering, if I wish hard enough, that it might become the news. "They seem to be... backing off. But Griffin..." He squints his eyes and i

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

The thunderous clash of claws and fangs echoed through the darkened battlefield, each strike ringing out like a haunting symphony. The rain poured down relentlessly, as if the heavens themselves wept for the fallen. Tigreal's eyes blazed with anger and grief as he faced Xirza, the weight of his actions heavy on his heart. "What have you done Xirza?'' Tigreal screamed heavily at the top of his voice, as he sprang heavily towards Xirza and landed on him a heavy strike on the chest, which hurled him across the battle ground.

Walking directly over to Xavier, knife in hand. "Now.. we're going to play a little game. You like games right? You should since you've been playing hide and go seek with us for awhile now." Gary snickers. "I don't want to play any games. Just let us go!" I yell at them. "Now now.. that's not nice." Gary walks behind Xavier, and stabs him in the leg. Xavier lets out a loud scream. "NO! Stop! I'll play your game! I'll do whatever you want, just let him go." Steve and Gary share a look.