God Slayer Seal Novels & Stories

he commanded. She turned to face us with a sly smile playing on her lips. “Why would I do that when I’ve worked so hard to bring you here?” My wolf growled. “Be careful, Serena. She’s more dangerous than she looks.“ “What is this?” I demanded steadily, despite the fear creeping into my chest. Gloria’s smile widened. “This, my dear, is the culmination of centuries of work. A seal that holds the power to reshape the world—power that has been locked away for far too long.”

In terms of appearance and shape, this seal was very ordinary. If such a seal were placed elsewhere, nobody would take a second look at it. The red ribbon was even somewhat gaudy. However, when everyone saw it here, their pupils suddenly contracted. The God-suppressing Seal! This square seal about the size of a palm happened to be the God-suppressing Seal, one of the Three Great Divine Artifacts in the Final Divine Temple. The world-devastating strike was from this seal. It was hard to imagine that such a small square seal could have the power to kill a Demon Saint in an instant.

Confusion was definitely written on my face. “When your mark felt like burning, it’s a sign that you’re on sealer mode and it will be followed by your eyes changing in color,” he explained that made it more vague on my part. “Your eyes change, Serra. Your pupils and iris turn white while your scleras turn black. You are not just a medius, Serra. You’re a sealer. Your purpose is to seal darkness and get rid of demons,” he added. “Why me?” I blurted.

They came upon a chamber. Spherical. Hollow. Glyphless. It pulsed like a second heart beneath the world. In its center stood a statue, twelve feet tall, draped in strands of metal and ashroot vine, its face hidden beneath a bloommask an ancient walker’s shroud, used in pre-Pact rites to separate self from spiral. But this wasn’t a symbol. It was a seal. Carved across its chest, a single word glowed faintly: “UNSPEAK.” Siran froze.

My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk. With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.

Brooklyn's POV: I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, but I still had no strength to react. When I woke up, it's pitch black and quiet. Only Editha's yelling rang in my head. "Silver seal! This is a silver seal!" A silver seal was a silver prison for werewolves. If a werewolf was locked in it, its power would be greatly weaHaleed, and would not be able to transform into a werewolf.

What do you know about glowing seals. Enough, he said. He walked further into the room and stopped at the desk and put both hands on the back of the chair. My grandfather was a record keeper for the council before the current council existed. He spent forty years documenting things the current council has no interest in anyone knowing. He paused. A glowing silver seal on the wrist of an Omega presented to the Alpha King is not a coincidence, Kael. That is a Goddess mark. That is Lyra's bloodline. The room was very quiet.

It coaxed me out of my pillow fort of memories and back to the bright realm of my unfortunate reality. Cautiously I opened my eyes. Two faces swam into focus. One was Logan, I knew him immediately. He looked worried but relief flooded over him as I blinked. The other face I didn't know and I shrank back when it came into focus. The stranger raised his empty hands palms out towards me and stepped away. "I mean you no harm." He said softly. His voice was the hot cocoa. "Silver, this is Bartholomew Skye. He's our new pack healer."

She opened the box, there was no weapon inside. Just a folded piece of cloth. Zara lifted it carefully, a symbol had been embroidered into the center. The same broken crescent from her ring. Beneath it were six names. Kieran. Damon. Lucien. Marcus. Elias. Rowan. And underneath the names was one final sentence. WHEN THE SIX RETURN, THE SEAL CAN BE BROKEN. Kael read it twice. “The seal.” Zara looked at him. “That's what the darkness wants.”

"Your tongue is going to get you killed one day, Gorgo." "Many have tried," I said smoothly, prying open another shell and savoring the salty meat. "None have succeeded." Before he could offer another arrogant retort, the magical slate tucked inside my travel pack began to hum violently, pulsing with a bright, erratic red light. I paused, wiping my sticky fingers on a damp cloth before pulling the slate from my bag. The glowing sigil of Astinos Silverclaw—Leonidas's chief territorial lieutenant—was flashing across the glass interface.