The Gamer Fanfiction Rwby Novels & Stories

I might have imagined it, because in the next moment, he nods sheepishly to my words. “Cheers to that, partner. Lacto-intolerant Gabe, and peanut allergy Sera; just perfect.” I smile hesitantly. “So, who do you hate the most in Raven Wood?” Rather than respond, Gabe’s texting on his phone, barely registering my words over the loud notification sounds he’s getting. “Mine’s Artemis, thanks for responding.” I mutter under my breath, feeling annoyed but deciding to let it go. “I guess the game’s over.”

The guy did have a habit of killing people, after all. “I’m not,” he replied cheekily. “That’s why you’re magic, baby. Pure magic.” With a wink, his body dissolved into a swirling mass of crows. Their dark wings beat against the night air as he took off. I stared at the empty space where he’d stood, before finally turning to Ryker. “I hate him.” Ryker fought a smile. “You try to, but he makes it difficult.” “Speaking from experience?” He huffed a quiet laugh. “Years of it.”

Hundred and fifty werewolf warriors to be exact! “I heard you tried pyrokinesis this afternoon.” His lazy voice followed as though he could sense the unpleasant thoughts that were soaring in my mind, and I instantly swooned. An angry Riftan; that I could handle. A Riftan who was relaxed in a jacuzzi, naked against me didn’t feel safe at all. At least not for my female anatomy because for some very weird reasons, he always made my mind lay to rest, and my vagina to take the reins.

Because I'm not going back to being the story's tragic villain. Not anymore Then we fight together. Adrian closed his eyes, feeling the bond's strength, and made a promise: Lucian wants a war between author and characters? Fine. Let's give him one he never saw coming... Adrian decided that if Lucian wanted war, he needed to be prepared. Which meant Seriously training. "Again," Cassian commanded, watching Adrian attempt to dodge a shadow construct. Adrian rolled, came up in a defensive stance, but the shadow still caught his ankle, yanking him off balance.

"But I'm not still fucking her." That stopped me cold. I turned fully, my eyes narrowing. "Since when?" His grin dropped, replaced by a scowl. "Since I laid eyes on fucking Rowyn. I haven't been able to think of anything else. It's driving me mad. I have no idea what's happening." I stared at him. "Yeah," I muttered. "I understand, man. Because same." Two of the most powerful godbloods of our generation, unraveling over one strange, sharp-mouthed girl with a wolf's snarl and moonlight in her eyes. What the hell was going on?

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

Soon enough, Ryker showed up, dropping off a cab and proceeding towards us, wearing his fake smile on his face again, trying to use his handsome looks to capture my good friend. “Hey, Gw…” Gwen completed the distance between them, drawing close to him with a resounding slap following. Ryker turned to her dramatically, a frown on his face - lost and confused. Of course, he must be very good at acting. “What’s wrong with you, Gwen?” “No, you, what’s wrong with you? Huh? What’s wrong with you, Ryker? You don’t have a mind of your own and you just chose to be a pawn for that goddamned alpha?”

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?

Her eyes are downcast. She's been crying. I feel my heart wrenching in my chest. Robin takes a few steps towards her. The sorceress whimpers. She looks so much like Rylie. Her hair is disheveled, her skin is pale. She looks fragile, but she looks beautiful. I must stop thinking of her this way. I must stop thinking of her as Rylie. She is a sorceress. I must keep my emotions under control. I must remember why we are here today.

She wasn’t just going to kill, she was going to make it painful. Unlike Percy, Ryker leaned back on his stone throne, his lips curling into a smirk as he bit his bottom lip. “I adore the rage and defiance in her beautiful eyes,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving her. “I had hoped to see her tears, to hear her beg after the third nail started its work. But I’ve come to love this little game between us. Still…” His eyes flickered to the two remaining nails in his hand before he looked back at her, a mix of bloodlust and lust crossing his features. “I’m growing impatient and becoming angry—”