The Slayer Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Sh‌e is⁠ playing mind games.​ But sh‌e hasn’t s​een my other version​s.” Leon stopped mov​ing. We were in the center of the floor, the music swelling ar​o‍und us, but we we‌r​e a s​tatue of raw, unadulterated fri​ction. He leaned down, hi⁠s br‍eath hot aga‌inst my mouth. “A‌nd‍ what version a‌m I looking at, Sloane⁠?”‌ “The one that‌ belongs to me,” I said, my voice dropp⁠i⁠ng‍ to a danger‌ous l​eve‍l. “The rea​l me. Not the professio​nal one.”

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

I want to fight her head-on alone and see what she really got. Summing all what she just said. This slayer is threatening to drive the dragon world to extinction, something like that, but I doubt that those misdeeds of hers are what made her head damn valuable. No, not just the head, they want her alive. There is more to this offer, and I wonder what it is. I strolled, going to my room before heading to the prison to clean up some clue. I want to know more about this slayer, her intentions and goals, and why she stripped off her humanity for some perverse belief, but she is still loved,

Shailyn's jaw clutched in animosity knowing they had a schmuck in their little group, he chartered the essence of Skylar to the tiny voice Alpha for bread. With eagerness and profound resentment, Shailyn stepped towards and kicked the door open, dazing the souls inside. Shailyn smirked, her gaze landing on the black hair male, on the other side of the room was a really short looking man, looking the magnitude of a six years old boy, cigar halfway to his mouth, horrified at their presence while on the other side of the space was a little bed, Skylar laying on top, completely mindless, her already pale skin seemed whiter than usual. "Hello Victor" the fairy spat the name with rancor, she could

I stumbled back, shock and pain rippling through me. “What the hell?!” I shouted, rubbing my aching face. The taste of blood filled my mouth, sharp and metallic. “Slade! Was that you?” “That was me,” he said, his voice cold and unapologetic. “Say another bad word about Snowy, and I’ll do it again. And just so we’re clear, I don’t feel the pain... you do. So keep pushing me, and we’ll see how far I go.” I glared into the empty air like an idiot, hating how smug he sounded. “You think punching me is going to change anything? You’re delusional. I’m not going after her.”

“W-What? H-How …” Stumbling over my words, I couldn’t get a chance to complete my query. The Bastard Prince’s high-pitched squeal interrupted me. “How dare you, Shyla? Have you lost your mind? How can you order a vampire to bite me? We love each other!” “Oh, really?” Ignoring the list of that bastard’s queries, Kitten responded to him with a query of her own. “Do you think lovers should lie with each other, such as acting innocently after murdering her dad?”

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

“You’re going to be a personality. Like the WWF fighters. The vest has a hood and a mask. They won’t be able to see your face. We want to call you the Slayer.” Something struck at me. Slayer. That was dinging some bells in my mind, somehow, but the picture my mind showed me was of a pretty, young woman with curly hair. A nickname, maybe? I shook my head. This was a weird memory. I’d have to process it later. “Not Slayer,” I said. I just had a bad feeling about that name. I thought a minute. “Maybe Grim Reaper?” “Love it. Grim Reaper it is.” Damian was pumped. “I’m going to print out some business cards and pass them around. Everyone is going to want to fight you!”

I heard his stupid girlfriend gasp from where she stood, forcing my attention to her instead. She glared at me, her bluish green eyes digging into mine as I spoke, so she would know to tremble and beware of the coming days. “But you know what? What I did to your mother was nothing. I took that cunt Alicia from you, and you seem to have deluded yourself into thinking you have some other source of that same light, or perhaps even stronger by your side. But I swear to you, I will have it snuffed out. Watch out, boy.” I spat at his feet. “Sloane will be beneath the earth in the next few days, because I would either have killed her or buried her alive.”

It was the respect of the predator for a more efficient killer. Victor stood tall, the weight of the moment finally allowing his human heart to steady. He looked toward the mountain, where the staircase led down to the High Humans. He wasn't a wolf anymore. He was something much more dangerous. He was a Slayer.