God Slayer Novels & Stories

My blood wasn't just liquid anymore; it was a Vocal Frequency. “Identify,” the mountain groaned, the sound echoing in the hollows of my bones. “I am Darlene,” I roared, my eyes turning a liquid gold that defied the darkness. “Daughter of the North, Slayer of the Architect, and the Last Mistake the West ever made.” The obsidian gates didn't swing open; they Dissolved into a swarm of black stardust, allowing us passage into the Great Hall of the Sovereigns.

She infused her refined spiritual energy into it, causing it to awaken like a bloodthirsty beast as it locked onto Ashton. Only after the Godslayer Formation was fully in place did she finally relax. With the formation in place, her confidence completely returned. She looked at him and mocked, "I've heard plenty about you. I know you're strong, but you came to the wrong place and picked the wrong enemy this time. Do you know that my Godslayer Formation can kill anyone below the otherworldly realm?" "Mr. Gray…" Panic spread across the beautiful woman's face. "Did I drag you into this mess?"

he was following me. “You know what,” I turned around my face inches from his. “Every time I think you’re amazing you do something like this. I met you, think you’re great and then you grab me by the throat and scream in my face. I fall in love with you and then you’re on trial for attempted murder. I agree to marry you and then you speak to that prick. I don’t need someone to look after me Dimitri. I need us to be partners. Did I ask you to talk to my brother?” His face dropped and he was silent. “Answer me!” I screamed in his face. “No,” I growled in anger and my hand went back and slapped him in the face. It barely moved and he took it like a pro. He just looked at me.

exhale. "Leave me alone. What do you want from me? It's time for all this shit to stop," I shout. "I'll show you how I feel about you, sorry about earlier." "Dylan...!" "That's my name, my love," he replied, annoyed. I give up, I can't keep arguing with a stubborn person. I relax my muscles and stay still, thinking of a solution to all my problems. For a moment, I think that in this life, you will always find the path to your salvation or your damnation. I always imagined a life with a Greek god, but fate sent me a complicated and forbidden man.

Then, with heated eyes, he said, “Tyrone, this is your last struggle. Just watch how I will defeat your Dragon Thunder Palm!” In the next second, Chase took action. He stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the air. Immediately after, a water pillar appeared. The water pillar turned into a water sword in Chase’s hand. Even though it looked fragile, it was shining with a stunning aura. “This sword’s name is Sin Slayer! “All gods or demons will perish with this sword in my hand. “Tyrone, I shall kill you today to prove myself!” Right after he said that, the sword aura shot out of Chase’s hand like a dragon and cut through the air for hundreds of meters.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

COME FORTH EXDILDURAL AND DURANDAL, AEROBA RESTYLE! RONAKATA PLUS AENAKTA, AERONAKTA LIGHT OF LIFE DANCING SUPERNOVA SLASH! BOOM! *The whole training grounds explode into ashes leaving no trace of life but the breaker survive* That was quite strong for an attack, you're interesting! My turn, ANTI-GOD SLASH FACELESS VOID SLASH! BOOM! *Then a beam of cross black light was heading towards taso gladly taso blocked the attack* ELEVEN TIER MAGIC INFINITE FORCEFIELD, HA! AE RO BA COMBINATION TECHNIQUE, AEROBANAKTA! LIGHT OF LIFE, BEAUTY OF THE SUN! LIGHT-LEVIN GOD SLASH!

No one will become a slave to their deceitful contracts and be robbed of their freedom and everything they own because of these vermin. He will burn them all in stakes and chain their souls down to the path of the damned where Cerberus will gobble them whole... He will purge the world of witches and destroy the evil of their magic... Because he is Cairus, Slayer of Witches... And he had found his next target all thanks to a tower of darkness. He observed her from the window of her hospital room happily speaking with the Lightbringer knight, Phoebus Granger. He watched her carefully, engraving her name on the bullets he will use to nail on her coffin.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore