The Slayer Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she whispered, staring at his open eyes. "Then do it. Do what he would do, and what he'd want you to do." I got to my feet and held out my hand. She didn't move. "You're a Scorcher Ronnie! This is your life, this is what you do. We need you!" I felt bad for yelling at her, but there was nothing else I could do short of reaching out and slapping her. It was only a matter of time before more came. "We'll... We'll come back for him once we're done?"

The wind whipped past me, the trees blurring into streaks of green and brown. “Lyra! It’s me, George!” I shouted. The words echoed through the forest, but she didn’t falter. “She won’t stop,” Slayer’s voice growled in my mind. “Bite your hand and let some blood out.” There was no time to question him. I raised my hand and sank my teeth into my palm, the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as warm blood spilled out, painting a trail behind me, its scent thick unmistakable as it dripped to the forest floor.

I whispered, sensually tracing her earlobes with my tongue. "They're consequences that come with hugging a man that isn't your mate. So, next time be careful not to get caught with your so-called friend." My voice was low and threatening. Kissing her softly beside her mouth, I said, "You're my slave, so act like it." With that, I left the room. I could feel Nyx's eyes sending daggers through my head, but I could only care less. The anger and frustration were still boiling inside me, and I knew I needed to calm down before I did something I regretted.

-Anxiety- he laughed skeptically -you have no idea what it feels like to barely breathe, I seriously prefer to have my whole body slit than go through it again- -It will not happen again, it only happens once, it is the proof that you found your true partner, also I put a painkiller that will keep your wolf calm for a few hours, so take advantage and sleep but later your body will be the one that bill you. -Speaking of the bill, the bathroom arrangement is on your own- Serguei said seriously but with a touch of joke at the end of the sentence. The other two looked at the cracked slab under their hands. Cristian didn't even have the strength to laugh-

What sort of dilemma is this? "I've made up my mind." I said to the weird Zamiel who has been sulking around the house. "I'll kill her." I said taking a deep breath. Saying that alone sends chills to my spine. "Get me the Sin Slayer." I stretched my palm out and then it disappeared to my hand. I sped off to our favorite spot. She was already there. She noticed my presence then ran to me joyfully. She spread out her arms then I stabbed her belly directly.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

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Zephaniah replied, tucking the documents under his arm. “Do you really think you can beat me? The ink is already dry on my contract.” “Is it?” Zephaniah whistled as he brushed past her. “I’d wager you’ll get a howl today… telling you that your presence is no longer required.” Sloane assumed he was just howling at the moon in frustration. She held her head high, unaware that she was already a ghost in the eyes of the Seer. Zephaniah just shook his head; to him, she was nothing more than a jester.