The Slayer Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

But of course, he didn’t think the hunter deserved any such privilege or kindness. He could only imagine the agonizing pain the man had gone through. He could see the evidence on the floor. He’d obviously thrown up several times. The ground of the cage was virtually covered in vomit. Served him right, Jeremy thought heartlessly. But even seeing his mate in that filth didn’t stop Jeremy from wanting him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the hunter was in human form, the red-eyed slayer thought hopefully. He needed to compel him quickly so that he could shift and remind his obviously confused brain that he was a man.

Sloan was also one of the few members of our pack who knew that Kylar and I were seeing each other, and that might have become yet another reason for him to hate me… I sucked in a sharp breath and turned around. He wasn't alone; three other warriors flanked him as he advanced at me. I ground my teeth and fisted my hands. “What the fuck do you want from me, Sloan?!” I growled. “The… fuck exactly,” Sloan purred, and the rest of the warriors laughed. My eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what?” I choked out.

Thank the Goddess. This is such a mind fuck, not to mention confusing. It doesn’t feel like it usually does when I come forward for a few minutes. With that, I am sharing space with his spirit. I just locked his spirit away. Now it feels more like wearing a human suit. It feels disgusting. I look out of the corner of my eyes. Tyree’s eyes are pitch black. Slayer is in control. “Slayer, don’t shoot. I blocked him. He told me to block him to stop him from hurting the Doc. I’m not gonna hurt anyone.”

It was obvious there was no clear winner in that round. 'How is that possible?' Ileana steadied herself and looked at Skylar with surprise and confusion. 'I know that freak is Archfiend's descendent, but even so, he should not be that strong.' "Is that all you've got?" Skylar asked mockingly. His power erupted as he charged toward Ileana. "You insolent fool!" Ileana said icily. Then, she took to the air and engaged in a fierce battle with Skylar.

And so, since I was not human, he could do anything to me without his conscience troubling him – and I had no doubt he had a conscience. I had heard tales of vampire slayers while growing up and dismissed them, not as fantasy but as something that could hardly ever happen to any member of my family or me, but now, as I walked over to the not-date, I knew instinctively that he was a Slayer. People who swore to themselves to exteminate the vampire race, growing stronger with each kill. I wondered how he had felt with his body pressed up against mine. Did he feel so disgusted, I wanted to believe he didn’t but what I saw in his eyes each time he looked at me filled me with shame.

"And what does she have to say for herself?" Skylar swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the queen and the king. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't know Asher was a lycan when we met. Until recently, I didn't even know the existence of lycans." The queen snarled, her eyes flashing gold. "Poor wretch. And to think that your death won't even be enough to pay for my son's serious injuries"

“Ha… You chose the wrong side a little too late Steph. I was going to get rid of them anyway.” The next moment, I felt his massive palm cover my face and I flew to the side. My body landed hard on the ground. My eyes were fluttering open. My vision was dim, but then suddenly I saw Luther fly across the room. ~Zayne~ As my eyes fluttered open. I faintly saw Steph in front of me. But then in the next minute, Luther slapped her out of his way. And turned towards me. He slowly approached me, before raising his claws above me ready to take a swipe at me.

"All you have to do is accept me as your new mate and Luna." "Never," Sly answers without missing a beat. "Never again will I be that stupid, Alexis Anne Greystone. Once burned, twice shy." Hissing I take a step back. "You'd rather die than be my mate. Is loving me a fate worse than death." He pauses, "No, Alexis. Losing her is." All the fire leaves his body as he sits on a nearby chair. His spirit looks crushed as stares off into space, forgetting for a moment that I'm there.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.