Luz Slayyy Novels & Stories

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

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~”

The moonlight intensified, illuminating the battlefield, casting a holy glow over every warrior still standing. Lazarus let out a roar and charged at her, his claws extending, darkness swirling around him one last time. But Evelyn did not move. At the very last second, she raised her hand. A silver beam of divine energy shot straight through Lazarus' chest. His charge halted mid-air. His eyes widened in pure shock as the light tore through him. “NO! I CAN’T LOSE! I AM POWER ITSELF!” His scream was inhuman, monstrous. He tried to move, to fight back, but his body was no longer his to command. The silver energy spread through his veins, turning them into cracks of light.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

Stone and flame, Sam—he’s yours, they’re ours. Lila clapped, sling snapping, a stone hitting a dummy’s eye, her cheer ringing. “Got it, Sam! We’re gonna blind ‘em!” Her hazel eyes sparkled, pups cheering, but her hands shook—red eyes, claws, too close. Spark yipped, spinning. You’re their light, Lila! Shine for her!

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Luz de Luna Plateada slowly wakes up from her coma, she sees Lanza Sagradam sitting beside her, and she feels his warm affection for her. “Lanza Sagradam?” "You're badly injured, you just need to rest." Seeing her regain consciousness, Lanza Sagradam calmed down a bit. Hearing Lanza Sagradam's words, the brothel owner said, "Rest? Do you know how many people are queuing outside?” Lanza Sagradam does not know how to answer the brothel owner, he has read many books but does not know how to argue with a brothel owner. Luz de Luna Plateada struggled to endure the pain and told the brothel owner: "If you want me to die early, just stab me with a knife, why bother?" "Why do you say that? You just

It was surreal, like watching someone else succumb to their destiny. The blood that welled forth wasn't red but a deep, tar-like black. The curse. It seemed to mock every iota of ordinary life, even now. I glanced down, seeing Rykor pinning Yuri to the ground, fists raining down with primal fury. Around me, chaos erupted—voices, cries for help, the pounding of feet. But Rykor’s and Yuri’s struggle was all I could see, a clash between my past and what little future I dreamed of.

Raised to defend Born to be free Night is day Day is night It's time to shine