God Slayer Novels & Stories

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

"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…

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

Elaine exclaimed coldly. “Do you know what those people mean to the Smalt Sect? That’s the peak of our combat force! “You want us to throw away our trump card just to go against Dorian? Are you insane? Or does the Smalt Sect not have any respect anymore?” “I’m not just saying this for fun,” Serval replied. “Dorian is definitely not an ordinary God of War. He managed to destroy the four Demon Monks without much effort. “I suspect that he’s near-invincible at this point—an intermediate God of War! Stinger and I might be able to defeat him together, but it’d be hard to kill him completely…”

"William Morgan murdered your sister and her unborn child." Slayer's gaze locked onto Eliza, taking in her fine clothing and aristocratic bearing. Understanding dawned in his eyes, quickly followed by rage. "You're one of them," he growled, rising to his feet with predatory grace. "A Morgan." "I am Eliza Morgan," she confirmed calmly. "Recently returned daughter of the Morgan pack." The revelation acted like a spark to dry tinder. With a roar of fury, Slayer lunged toward her, his hands outstretched as if to tear her apart.

She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun. “In the name of the god, Sol, and the goddess, Selene, I sentence you to death.” “Die!” Draven roared, forming a large ball of red energy in his palms and shooting it to her. She disappeared in a second, and in the next, she was in his face, wearing a proud smile. “Goodbye, Draven. You’re dream of godhood ends here and now.” She swung her glaive, and the blade ran through his neck.

"Don't move, Julian," Helena said, her voice a flawless melody that cut through the low hum of the hovering drone. "The God-Slayer is a remarkable piece of engineering, but its fire-rate cannot match the synaptic speed of the Continuity's neural link. If you reach for it, you’ll be ash before you can feel the trigger."