God Slayer Seal Novels & Stories

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Wilt asked with doubt. “No, no, no, it’s super legit,” Brock replied. “I got the papers, seal, and everything.” He pulled out a scroll from his jacket. Its wax seal featured a snake wrapped itself around a tree, biting its tail. As we remembered from the orientation, that seal belonged to the Jormungand Guild, one of the platinum-class. We were astonished that he managed to get that. “That’s impossible,” Katie exclaimed. “You know how hard it is to get a copper-class. But a silver-class?”

Then—he pulled. A terrible shriek split the air. The shadow that came free from him was vile and writhing, all edges and rage. Its scream warped the air, the very essence of its presence a defilement. The gold seals from before had failed to hold it. But Elias was different now. He moved with terrifying precision, chanting low and fast. His fingers carved the air, drawing sigils in pure divine energy. “Seal. Seal. Seal. Seal.” Over and over, twenty seals ignited, slamming down like hammers of judgment. Each strike of energy flung the creature back until the final one crashed down and forced it to the ground with a thunderous slam.

“Proof of lineage? House seal?” Elarion raised his right hand. With a smooth motion, he pulled aside the edge of his dark cloak. Etched in glowing arcane ink on the skin of his upper chest—directly over his heart—was the sigil: A tower piercing through a storm cloud, its base wreathed in flame, its tip lost in stars. Lightning forked around it. Beneath the tower, a single open eye glowed—unblinking, eternal. The Sigil of the Tower.

Then she pulled a small gold-etched box from her sleeve. “Take this.” Alessia opened it. Inside was a thin, crescent-shaped amulet carved from pure Solaris lumigold. The center held a sharp crystal of white luminous essence. “It’s a Solaris Seal,” Ariadne explained. “Use it only in dire need. It will summon me instantly.” Alessia studied it. “Summoning a ruling monarch is risky.” “Good,” Ariadne said. “It means you won’t do it lightly.”

THE SECOND SEAL IS OPENING. My body burns. I cry out. Kael grabs me. “Aria!” Gold light explodes around us. The floor cracks beneath my feet. Marcus takes another step backward. “What is happening?” Elias looks terrified. “The second seal.” “What does that mean?” Kael demands. Elias looks at me. “It means the bloodline isn't finished awakening.” I gasp. A golden symbol appears across my stomach. Right above my child's heartbeat. Marcus sees it. His face turns white.

His broadsword of solid Obsidian Eclipse fire swung in a broad, lethal arc, cutting through the spectral illusion before it could even finish its sentence. The mirror entity dissolved into a cloud of dark quartz dust, but as it did, a massive, black-and-gold seal materialized beneath their feet—the ancient Covenant Seal. "Lyra, now!" Caelum shouted, slamming his palm into the center of the seal, driving his dark wolf-shadow straight into the quartz floor. "Give it everything!"

Zero stated and the next instant, Dina heard a ping in her head. *Ding* / Accessing the system store… Processing purchase…. Purchase completed. Item purchased: The Sealer (Grade F) Is a certain entity disturbing your soul? Is your mind placed in stress due to the continuous bugging of a second being within you that won’t let you rest? Are you being possessed? Or is your identity rather troubling? Fear no more! With its great sealing ability, all the sealer needs it but thy consent and vualah! Thy troubles are gone! Be warned though that the stronger the disturbance the higher the grade needed. <1500 points>

That's why I have to keep my lust in check, for her sake. Lust! If only it were that simple. Lust I can handle. Lust is something you slake between a woman's thighs and move the fuck on. This girl has me by the balls. Ain't that a fucking kick in the head? The big bad SEAL, taken down by a pint sized hellion. She breathes and I get hard. She gives me that lip of hers and I want to bend her over the nearest hard surface and fuck her until she can't walk straight for a week. But I have to rein it all in and my poor dick has been paying the price.