The Gamer Fanfiction Rwby Novels & Stories

“Do you think my dad will like it? I wonder how your father will react to my father’s anger. I bet he will be very disappointed in you…” Gryphon didn’t say anything, but he glared at Roxanne as if all the fury in the world was being sucked into his skin and then discharged into those eyes. It was easily the most dangerous state of Gryphon Pearce, but Roxanne trod it just fine. She even moved her chin up to look down at the man again.

" He insisted, taunting me further. "I don't," I countered, trying to maintain control. "Sure. Rhys, keep telling yourself that. " He said pushing my buttons. Frustrated, I ordered him to leave, but not before he added one final word. Just make sure you don't lose control and hurt Luna. I'd like to meet her tomorrow ." With a loud bang on the table, I watched him leave, his laugh echoing in the room Damn that Rowen is my beta and best friend but he can also be a pain in my ass. Now I keep having these thoughts of me being in between Mara's legs. With her black hair spread out on the bed and her face flushed in ecstasy as she cries out my na...

Especially when Kieran returns and wants to know why his Gamma is acting out. “Definitely not. I thought they'll just talk and all.” She snorted, "like that'll do anything. But you're right, he's still in love with her. I really wonder what happened since he hasn't found his mate. Before I could give her a response, Ryder made his way towards us, he looked defeated and lost. His knuckles were bleeding from his fight and a part of me regretted even suggesting this in the first place. “Follow me, I'll look at that.” I commanded softly and without a word, he did.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

For a moment, just a moment, there’d been a flash of steam like someone’s breath on the glass and then the slide of water toward the bottom. Like a trailing handprint… “Imagine if you will, the agony of wooing your lover over, and over again. Each time to be done anew. In each new body she doesn’t know me. Always, I must start from the beginning, chancing any mistake that could lead her into the waiting arms of the demon.” -Deragan told Sebastian about the Fallen. *** WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country “Any luck?” Rhyers strode into the parlor where Sebastian was craned back on the settee swirling gold liquid in a crystal glass.

Riven’s POV "R-Riven..." Ryker's voice came out strained and uneven, as if every syllable had to fight its way through his throat before reaching the air. I watched him from where I stood, my hand still resting on the grip of the gun tucked into my waistband. I wasn't worried, and I certainly wasn't considering helping him. The truth was that I had spent years imagining all the different ways Ryker Rykerthorne might eventually suffer. Somehow none of those fantasies had involved him collapsing onto his own study floor because his heart had finally decided it was tired of carrying the burden of his stupidity.

He was trying to brave the storm just to keep me calm. Seeing that smile made me feel like a physical dagger had been stabbed directly into my heart. No, please, don't look at me like that. I tried to shift into my white wolf, pushing my power to the surface so I could tear these monsters apart, but my inner beast utterly refused. She whined and retreated into my mind, completely unwilling to attack the man who was meant to be our fated mate. "Death seems far too easy for you, Gideon. It seems I will have to look for a much better way to torture you," Ryker mused, his voice dropping into a sinister purr.

I could feel it in my bones. She’s not the same, my wolf said, quiet and reverent. She’s waking up. I stepped closer, slow, silent. Rylan stood at the edge of the fight, watching with narrowed eyes, his blade dripping blood. Galen leaned against a tree, panting, bruised but grinning like a madman. “Tell me I didn’t just hallucinate that,” Galen muttered. “You didn’t,” I said, not taking my eyes off her. Rylan arched a brow. “She blew up half the flank with a power surge. That’s a new trick.”

“Word is, his brother’s gone rogue. That makes him vulnerable.” I lit the cigarette, inhaling slow. “Milo did exactly what I needed him to do. Stir the pot. Now the golden boy’s too busy playing hero to notice the cracks.” Jace laughed. “You’re cold, Reynolds.” “Efficient,” I corrected. “Cold is personal. This is business.” Still, I couldn’t deny the thrill that came with the game. Watching Ryder fall apart piece by piece… it was intoxicating. Raven entered just then, hips swaying, a smug smile on her lips.

Alice asked, turning the question to me. Surprise washed over me as my dragon, Ryu, responded internally, "I'm attracted to Archer." This confession shocked me; Ryu had always advocated for Keenan, insisting we focus on finding our destined mate. "I know what I've said, but my feelings have changed. I'm happy around Archer," Ryu admitted, picking up on my confused thoughts. "Hey!" Alice's voice snapped me back to the moment, waving her hand for attention.