Fairy Tail God Slayer Novels & Stories

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat

Goddess, please let this work. We could visibly see the changes as they occurred. Her aura was lightning. It was imperceptible at first, but it became more pronounced. Her eyes were changing from obsidian to a light silver. Those eyes were looking clearer as the minutes ticked by. “We call upon the Fae Gods – Ylonte, Danthali, and Slyersa – to bless this union of light, bringing the soul back to where it belongs,” Ziyah called out just as the white glow of her healing magic rushed through her entirely, flashing brilliantly, before it dissipated entirely.

He quickly averted his eyes away from the painting and clasped his hands at Yrian, saying, “Thank you for saving me, Sir.” Yrian explained smilingly, “That’s called the Holy War Gods Pilgrimage. There are countless restrictions integrated into it. The most powerful one can hypnotize and seize your soul.” James looked at Yrian and said, “It’s incredible. A few of them look somewhat familiar to me.” Yrian put his hands behind his back and said smilingly, “Certainly. There’s the God of Curses, Franciscus Yuelan, God of Death, Clayton Sindward, Demon Slayer, Wystov Wharnal, and the Sky God, Darvel Jabbert.

The mean girl told them, and they laughed hysterically. "Such a sad tale." Everything was getting into my head, their noises and I almost shouted at them to get the hell out of my face, forgetting for a split second that I was no longer Ashina, the alpha's fiancé, but Elena, a commoner and now a slave. I had to hold my peace.

All he received was a more enthusiastic greeting; one that had City Lord Sutton and Rusty quivering in their boots. “Ivor greets the God Slayer, Mane Harbinger!” “He is the God Slayer?” City Lord Sutton felt his blood run cold when he heard Ivor’s words. As a first class city, Asher City was privy to some information, and it knew of the one famed as the God Slayer. However, it had no idea who this God Slayer was. Although his deeds had been proclaimed to all the major cities, Mane’s face remained a mystery. Never would he have thought that the young boy next to him was the God Slayer. City Lord Sutton subconsciously took a few steps back, drawing his daughter by the hand as he retreated.

The death reaper that in all truth, is the current manifestation of God Scorpion. “Did you once more deliberately made Farah have the same nightmare, Dark?” She calls the God by its name. The name that Marie gave, his manifestation not in an animal form but rather in the precise image of a death reaper. All after he is bind and taken to serve a false holder, that is his ally. All for the sake of the future that they are looking forward to have. “I did.” He honestly replies, while still playing the song of death that he made for the two prominent people. The couple of this world and book.

A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors. At the reign of king Ziba of Arisee (the notorious one) slaves were made of their brother clan, they haunted them like animals and subjected their entirety to the mines, farmyards, or the king's palace as workers. A free borne never had anything to do with a slave. It was a sacrilegious act to be seen with one, a taboo that the offense meant death or stigmatization from the rest of the clan. What will hap

“Only time will tell. Whatever you do, trust in Shadow. He will be more reasonable that the human.” “Moon Goddess, I do not understand.” I panicked when everything around me began to vanish. “Call me Selene, child,” she smiled. “But?” I cried as I felt something in my chest. A heart beat. "What is happening? Who is Shadow? What am I to do?" “Trust in the bond. Shadow and Light must align. Light will guide you. Stay strong, Alpha Agatha.” she smiled and disappeared. ***** I opened my eyes slowly and saw the small fire. I clutched at my chest and felt the beating of my heart.

Everyone had no energy left and the Seven Fairies were their only hope of going after Florian! The Seven Fairies looked at each other and sighed upon hearing Dax’s words. Everyone thought the Seven Fairies had not suffered any injury, but the truth was they had used all of their internal energy in their battle with Sloan earlier. No matter what, Sloan was still a Martial Emperor and the Seven Fairies were barely holding on. How could they still have the energy to go after Florian? Florian was a Level One Martial Marquis who had cultivated the Mysterious Godly Scripture. Only a Level Four Martial Marquis would be able to defeat him. Even if he had not escaped from the battle, it would need at

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t