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I say, pulling on my power and Drake’s as well, letting the power and light flow through me. “I, Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, Councilmember to the supernatural world, and mate to King Drake Cazien do sentence you to death for your crimes,” I say and blast the room with my light. The vampires screech and hiss as their bodies dissolve into dust.

Zephyrus yelled at his warriors. They all surged ahead to face my encroaching warriors while Zephyrus, Stavros and Homer, his Delta, went on a killing spree, facing my skilled warriors fearlessly. It wasn’t an arduous task for Zephyrus at all, since a bite or a scratch from his sharp claws was enough to kill my skilled wolves. There was utter chaos all around me. Blood spattered on the snowy ground and painful howls pierced the air. It was a scene I was accustomed to, but tonight I couldn’t be a part of it.

"Indeed… that's what residual means… Did you really think this boulder was trying to kill you? Are you stupid?" "Shit! If the leftover killing intent is this dense… I can't even imagine how powerful this person would have been? Wait, is that why you addressed him as a god slayer?" "I don't really know if you humans are aware of this terminology… But when I was with my previous owner Neptune… we met some individuals whose strength knew no bounds. They were malevolent and powerful enough to pose a threat to even the so-called deities. We used to call them 'God Slayers' and I won't be surprised if one of them was behind this mess… "

Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear. Instead, the material should be stretchable enough to endure a demon slayer’s swift moves. When my grand teacher, my mother’s teacher, was alive, he had identified me as a future Slayer. On the other hand, he had looked into my future and revealed that I had a rough destiny, possibly even harsher than my mother’s. Every demon-slayer had a destined one and a war partner. If I could find my partner, then I might avoid any possible misfortune.

"The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?" "Are you familiar with poker?" "Very basically. I've never played." "A player wins each hand with money in the pot. Every hand where a slave is performing, the slave must orally caress the genitals of the winning player." "You mean suck cock?" "Two women also play poker. Regina and Lisa. They can win too." "Okay, so two minutes of oral gratification. What else?"

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

said Lily under her breath. “Which gun are you using now?” asked Eun Ji hurriedly. “S12K” replied Lily breathlessly attacking. At the moment only four players were left in the game. Both Young Ho and Min Jun started targeting Lily and Lily was hiding and attacking them continuously. They started encircling her and she was about to die. Suddenly, a player named Grim_reaper came out of nowhere and started attacking Min Jun and Young ho. The player was having the most powerful gun Groza.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

Three silver daggers are embedded in his chest, he isn't going to make it, and my body shakes with anger. My mate's cold glare is on the men and they stop just a few feet from us. They are intoxicated with something very strong and their eyes are vain, with no emotions. They look like puppets Even when they speak their voice is mechanical " We want her," One huge guy with piercings points at me. Nikolai growls and slightly pushes me behind him whereas I refuse to hide behind anyone in my life, never again. "Who turned you," Growls my mate. Shifter Slayers are shifter hunters who are turned by an Alpha either mistakenly or by choice hence they are stronger than an average wolf and still have

A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.