The Slayer Gamer Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“Good, let that traitor be afraid. His days are numbered. I’ve found my mate.” Cressa smiled, seeing the look of adoration in his eyes as she spoke of her. The woman’s name was Freja. Freja was the famed Slayer, a warrior that cut through Dragonkin like butter. Fear bloomed on her chest as he told of her quest to kill him in order to avoid her fate of becoming his. From what Cressa gathered as he dumped the details of the last two weeks, Freja had slain his father and had been on a quest for vengeance ever since. A quest to avenge the attack on her Midlands village and for being marked as his from birth.

Rhea had her head bowed from the shame and the guilt, it wasn't as though she didn't know that this day would come or that things like these existed but was she expecting it? Not quite. "I told you she wasn't the person you knew" jimin spoke, breaking the hurtful silence. "We should leave, Xavier" Layla suddenly said, her whole body and soul already out of the situation, and that was just Layla. "Answer me, Rhea. Is what jimin saying, actually the truth? Are you the king Slayer... Did you brutally murder me a hundred years ago?" Someone couldn't remain calm in a position as thick as this with the abundance of sorrow cracking their voice in the absence of chaos. It was very impossible but yet

What about the glass of wine and petals of flowers scattered around the room with candles leading the way. I had dreamt of so much more, but who would have thought all my dreams would shatter into multiple pieces in a night, by a cruel, evil and mysteriously rumored cursed alpha. He had claimed me, and I was also mated to him. If he claims another, then I would be left to become a rogue, and if he decides not to reject me, then I would become his slave forever. Droplet of tears fell freely from my eyes, hoping that when I wake up the next morning, it would all be a dream, and I would be beside my mother, laying with her while she rubs my hair gently.

I rolled my eyes at Blake, who was staring at me like he expected an explanation. “A true Luna with a bond to a Vampire Siren. You keep getting more and more interesting.” Yavanna eyed me up and down with her rainbow eyes. “She is my mate.” Blake growled. “I was your mate, then I rejected you for being a piece of trash. Now you are my slave, remember.” I stared him down to control his temper. He fidgeted for a moment, but relaxed as we walked on. We were all going to get killed, and it will be all my fault. Bolton growled at my thoughts but didn’t turn to say anything. Finally, he was learning to ignore my inner monologue.

“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?”

Crystal's eyes narrowed at once, gleaming with cold malice as she took a step closer to me with her eyes wiping hate. Her Beta status radiated off her in waves, making the air feel thick with tension and also made little fear get to me at almost same time. . "Lyra,You're whatever I say you are in here," she hissed, voice dripping with superiority and hate towards me. I then took a deep breath in and out and gazed at her. But before I could react, her hand lashed out and slapped me hard across the cheek area which caused a screech within the other slaves.

The tightness in my chest was suffocating and a churning feeling settled at the pit of my stomach. “Look, I don’t mean to upset you,” a mocking smile played on her lips, and my mind conceived ways I could wipe it off her face. “But the truth is, Slade does not like you. He just wants a child and as soon as your contract with him is fulfilled, you will be kicked out of this pack, and I will be his luna. You may be his mate, but I was made for him, and he would never like you the way he likes me, he would never see you past the gold digger that you are, and you are so not his type. I mean look-” “Shut up!” I screamed, my palms flying up to block my ears to stop from hearing any other thing she

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

Yawning, I lay down as I let sleep take my tired body over again, trying to forget this horrible day in my life. *** I start to drift into my peaceful dreams where I have built a different world for myself that gives me hope for the future. I have a Bampire mate, and we will try to breed a little one of our own. We can live happily, and our baby Bampire can grow into a strong warrior with honor and respect.