C10 Slayer Novels & Stories

Gun shots rippled through the air but nothing was enough to snap me out of the daze that I was already in. I had given my virginity to the Wolf Slayer. As their bodies dropped to the floor, his eyes settled on me as if giving me a silent warning. “For those of you left, I pray for your own sake that you are safe. If I check and find out that you disobeyed me, I will make you wish for something worse than death.” The amount of blood that was racing to my head almost made me pass out. It was said that the Wolf Slayer had great sense of smell and that he could smell wolves from a mile away which meant he could also smell my bullshit from a mile away.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

She raised her hand wrapping her fingers around something invisible and Rachael began to claw at her throat while struggling in the air. Silvia slammed her against the tree using her magic. Rachael pulled to her feet screaming so viciously that everyone flinched covering their ears with the assault. Silvia clamped her mouth shut before slamming her down on the ground as all the breath was knocked out of her. Hunter roared killing the fourth warrior as the dead bodies of the last three lay behind him. He was vicious. "Where is that f*cker? Tell me!" Hunter roared menacingly causing the guy to piss his pants.

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

Coleman padded along the walls, the secretions holding him to the surface like Velcro knitting together. Andrew continued to climb down the ladder, Suzanne over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Timms, hanging on above, but below Jackson, was the first to shoot up at the thing... because it was no longer a man, no longer technically alive anymore—which caused another problem for those trying to combat the Sleepers. If the virus was inside you when you died—the air getting to Coleman’s bullet wounds as he lay bleeding to death—then apparently it wouldn’t let you go without a fight. They hadn’t hung around to see, but maybe back there during the first battle the burnt up sleepers had carried o

Rendall took out his claymore and Quinn tightened her grip on her bow. I can sense something, someone. I cannot tell how many but the air is cramped, it feels heavy. A small growl from somewhere caught our attention and made us do our formation. Quinn as the support, Rendall as the slayer, and I, as the marksman. We formed a small circle enough to watch each other’s back. “They’re here, they knew we were coming.” I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree.

"Klatt, Celeste Covey" Clive was startled when he heard the name. He doesn't know that Celeste is his classmate. He lowered his head and hid his face in shame. Celeste walked gracefully. Her uniform is fitted perfectly. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a pony tail. She smiled as she walked to the front. "I am Celeste Covey Klatt. I am called CK or Celeste, whichever is convenient. I came from the Klatt Family of Octave City. I graduated high school also from this university."