The Slayer Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The slayer's brows furrowed in a sharp, bitter frown as he began to move toward him, stepping over the lifeless bodies that littered the ground. The sword in the slayer's grip was a gruesome sight — again — its blade smeared with blood and fat. Droplets of blood fell from the sword, soaking into the dusty ground. Agnil's gaze was fixed on the sword's edge, his terror growing with each passing moment. He tried to stumble backward, to flee from the slayer's deadly intent, but it was too late. With a swift, merciless stroke, the slayer struck Agnil's arm, slicing through his defenses.

I roar, all of them staring at me in their frozen state. The urge to kill them grows, my body humming with the hunger to kill, maim, and destroy the Slayers. TBC.

She looked peaceful in her sleep,how can she be this peaceful her existence is annoying on it own if not for her I would have married Leon I would have been most beautiful and intelligent daughter of the James, I would have been one of the most talented fashion designer but Skylar was like a theif all this should have been mine to begin with I looked at her neck and clench my fist 'Have done this before I can do it again I can do it' I thought and assure myself I brought my hands shakily to her neck I took a deep breath, I wrapped my hands on her neck Her neck felt warm "Sorry Skylar" I muttered and applied force on my hands She stirs but I did not stop I added more force to her neck and she

“Marcel!” His head snapped towards mine as his claws dug into Shae’s neck, rivulets of blood already making their way downwards. “Wynter Grey, the slayer of dragons and hunter of vampires.” “You forgot to say something about the wolves and fae I’ve killed.” “I’m surprised you had the balls to come here, running away from Mintia like you did. You’re a coward Grey and I’ll relish in killing you!” “You can have me Marcel but you’ll need to let her go.”

Sonja replied. "It was not a question human," the warrior sneered, yanking her mother. Jay knew he was from a different pack from the sigil he wore on his chest armor. Sonja tried jerking her arm from the warrior. "I said no. Get off of me!" Jay watched on in horror, not knowing what to do as her mother was yanked again forcefully. The sound of her mother's painful scream had Jaylee in tears. She just wanted this to be over. Better yet, she wished her mother would have listened to Cobra and stayed in the house today.

“It will kill me to see her go through the pain of rejection. Besides, I am in love with her. I do not want to reject her. I know she loves me as well.” Iriana is annoyed now. She whacks the silly man’s head. “Then go and mark her!” She eggs him. “I will mark her anytime she wants. All she has to do is order me to.” “Ugh! You Slorian men are hopeless! Completel buffoons! There’s your lord who isn’t marking his mate and weakening his state. And then there’s you, his right hand man, doing the same stupidity. Are you two crazy?” She whacked him again and jumped off the chair. Then she sniffs something in the air.

"To Beta Lucas, I would love to inform you that there is a chance to avenge your people and your family. Anika Hurler went for a run. You can get her and make James Hurler pay for his sins. She will be your slave and her father will beg you to show mercy. Make sure to be as cruel as you can be with her. After all, she has been living like a princess while you lived a life of a slave. She deserves the same. In fact, she deserves more cruelty. Have a great time torturing her for the rest of your life. An unknown friend."

I mutter when I trip over something and I grab my dagger from instinct as I flip myself ready to defend. My former friend emerges from the shadows, his dark eyes watching me tediously. "You're playing a dangerous game" "You gonna help me up?" Shirley claps my hand, pulling my upwards, only to ground me across the wall later. "I always wondered if it was you, but the names never matched and you were so..." "Weak?" I fill in. "Vulnerable. The woman who slayed a thousand " "That's an exaggeration" I inform him rolling my eyes. I hated the balad.

"The best fuckings I had, the best orgasms I had, were with him, even before my slavery started. Sure, you can make me cum. My slavery will ensure I orgasm, but without my Master, it would mean nothing. I want to cum for him, because he wants me to, not for some fucking stranger. He wanted me to experience every aspect of slavery and I did, but it was his gift to me, a chance to experience something I dreamed about. You fucking me means nothing without my Master." "I'm not sure I understand, slave. Scott said you read reverse harem novels all the time. The whole point of granting your slavery was to give you what you desired. He's trying to do that now, give you everything you want without h

"I've jerked off in that shower you use, imagining you were on your knees in there, soaping up my cock, choking on it until you couldn't breathe and tears ran down your face. I've imagined stretching you out on my workbench in the garage, using my tools on you, not the wrenches, Skylar. The sharp ones. The ones that pinch. The ones that leave marks." Her eyes went wide. Then glazed with a horrified fascination. That's it, I thought, feeling a dark, psychotic thrill shoot straight to my groin, making my cock leak pre-cum into my boxers. Look at me like I'm a monster. Because I am. I'm the boogeyman you've been teasing. "Damian wants to be your Daddy," I hissed, my finger hooking just under th