God Slayer Novels & Stories

“Hi. I’m the fresh blood.” “Holy crackerjacks!” She looks up at him. “You a hybrid, kid? Like, are you part bear or somethin’?” “Nah, my mama just feeds me good.” He throws his head back and laughs. “Well, don’t worry, I got a guy who will keep that appetite goin’.” She whistles to Ryuu who is collecting money. “Ryuu, I got a guy for Katsh.” I wave to him. “Reaper, Crusher, and our new friend Slayer are hoping for a spot, too.”

“I’m glad to hear that. What information do you have for me?” “The leader of the Slayers is using wolves as their vessels. I also believe it was the leader or one of the vessels that burned down the hospital and committed all those crimes. I want to go find the Slayers and take care of the leader as soon as possible. But finding the Slayer hideout might be difficult if it’s hidden like this,” I explained. Theo thought about it for a moment. “Maybe not as hard as you think. What do you know about these vessels?” Theo asked, staring between the two of us.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

“They fear what you’ll become, Luna Star. They fear you’ll break the chains they bound this world with. They fear freedom.” My mind reeled. This wasn’t just about Damon. Or the god. Or even this war. It was bigger. Much bigger. “I don’t want their chains,” I said, breath hitching. “I want peace.” “There is no peace in what you are,” the god-slayer said. “Only destruction.” And with that, she attacked again. Kael was faster now, fueled by fury. They clashed in a storm of steel and claws, Kael protecting me with everything he had. But the god-slayer was precise, deadly, like a force of nature honed over centuries.

I whispered. "Oh God…" I heard a sudden thud and looked over quickly to find that Skye had crumpled to the ground and now knelt with his head in his hands. After a few awkward minutes of silence, the healer spoke. "I wasn't born a werewolf." He said softly. I frowned, blinking in confusion then understanding. That did explain his exclamation of God rather than our customary Goddess.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“You’re not fine, and it could take days for this to work, even if it is possible for it to work. Are you just going to lay here on your back with these fucking monsters all over the place, unconscious, for days?” “It won’t take as long in here,” Ryker said between winces. “How the fuck do you know?” Jo screeched. “You know someone who has come into the goddamn Blood Moon Portal and turned themself into a--what kind of serum was that? Guardian? Hunter?” She knew that there had been experiments years ago where humans had attempted to change themselves into “superhumans.” They’d taken the serum that LIGHTS team members used to Transform and shot up with it. As far as she knew, none of those at

Drake said, his tone shifting to one of serious reflection. “Bring it on,” I shouted, my voice full of confidence and He laughed at my enthusiasm. In a sudden shift, Drake’s expression hardened, and he said seriously, “Watch out, everyone!!!” Hmmm, this story is about a certain slave werewolf named Daisy. A story that has ended, but life never truly ends until one dies. If the future chooses to reveal itself to us, we will navigate it as SLAVE FURY rather than SLAVE BY BIRTH. But if not, we will simply have to keep longing for it until we grow old and cross the bar. The End

Perhaps it’s because of the blood I spilled— The cries and screams of pain from my opponents— That oddly eased the years of intense pain in my chest. I was the cause of my world crumbling in the blink of an eye. Every day felt like hell and could’ve ended with just a blade shoved deep into my throat. But I kept pushing. Hoping. Even though it’s the stupidest thing I could do. But it turned out—it wasn’t. I can’t die yet. Not until I destroy those motherfuckers who ruined my world. I’ll go down the path no one dares to. I’m Lylah Greystone. The strongest Gladiator in the arena.

Then, my eyes looked forward. In front of me, I saw two men. One was the loan shark boss. The other, I have no idea. He has droopy eyes, long blonde hair tied with a ponytail, a straight nose, a small face, and angelic looks. He might be the prettiest guy in the world. But then again, I have no time to get mesmerized by a villain’s beauty. ‘He came here to buy a person. So, he is an assh*le too.’