Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

Halfway to the Council Hall, we were ambushed. It was fast. Too fast. One minute we were running, the next the world exploded in silver and teeth. Slayers- five of them, faces masked, blades burning with runes. Cass went down first, blade in her thigh. Jax yelped, ducking behind a tree. Fen was a blur, tattoos alive, his shadow swallowing two Slayers whole. Kael shifted, wolf and man at once, tearing through another. The last Slayer came for me. He was fast. Too fast. The blade kissed my shoulder, and I screamed, the Sovereign magic surging, angry and wild. I grabbed his wrist, the black stone pulsing in my hand.

“In the real world, we divide Slayers into castes: jōnin, chūnin, and genin. It makes sense that the conditioning starts as early as high school.” “Exactly,” Sasha agreed, “and in the case of us blue Slayers, there’s a much deeper reason.” “What do you mean?” Aki asked, genuinely concerned as the future leader of the empire. It upset her to think that a form of aggression or injustice might exist in Senten or indeed any corner of the Ethereal Nest. “What other reason could there be for bullying?” “Well, has either of you heard of misogi?” Aki and Temujin shook their heads.

Gun shots rippled through the air but nothing was enough to snap me out of the daze that I was already in. I had given my virginity to the Wolf Slayer. As their bodies dropped to the floor, his eyes settled on me as if giving me a silent warning. “For those of you left, I pray for your own sake that you are safe. If I check and find out that you disobeyed me, I will make you wish for something worse than death.” The amount of blood that was racing to my head almost made me pass out. It was said that the Wolf Slayer had great sense of smell and that he could smell wolves from a mile away which meant he could also smell my bullshit from a mile away.

Because in my previous life, I was the one who saved him. I stared at his face, hatred boiling in my chest. In the frozen apocalypse, the beastmen struggled to survive in the ice and snow. The serpent clan had lost their territory several times and became the lowest rank, but the Ice Wolf pack had dominated and ruled thanks to their natural physical advantages. However, their pack valued males over females, so their females were scarce. They could only marry outside the pack with heavy gold payments. In my previous life, after Damien and I married, we lived happily as newlyweds until I gave birth to my first daughter. When he heard that it was a girl, he didn't even look at her and had the m

The city burned. Silver More, once a kingdom of marble spires and moonlit banners, was shrouded in smoke and shadow. The rift in the heavens had widened, bleeding starlight and darkness in equal measure. Cracks of raw magic split the streets, leaving jagged scars across stone and earth. And in the midst of it all stood Maelor—silver wolf, shadowed titan, his fur rippling with threads of black fire. His laughter shook the foundations of the palace itself.

Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula . The smell of rotten meat burned her nostrils. The tortorantula was clicking its pincers more furiously ever than before clearly it didn't like its vision obscured . Chelsea however got ready to charge ignoring the angry bellows , she came up , kneeling with her sword in hands .She drove her sword straight into its underside, slashing its furry body . The tortorantula roared in agony. It flailed, clicked its pincers , then began to disintegrate , crumbling as if it was made of sand,it burst apart, showering Mia with chunks

“Marcel!” His head snapped towards mine as his claws dug into Shae’s neck, rivulets of blood already making their way downwards. “Wynter Grey, the slayer of dragons and hunter of vampires.” “You forgot to say something about the wolves and fae I’ve killed.” “I’m surprised you had the balls to come here, running away from Mintia like you did. You’re a coward Grey and I’ll relish in killing you!” “You can have me Marcel but you’ll need to let her go.”

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

I hate games" Clyde said, pressing the phone. "Wait!" Mason suddenly shouted. "I know some. They are around me too. I see them every day... So, please... don't kill them, I'm begging" Mason cried. "Wow. Okay then. I'm gonna release you and your friends. All you have to do is to bring a vampire to me. Got that?" Mason nodded. "What are you by the way?" Clyde took his eyes to his face. "I perform magic. I'm a sorcerer" "How old are you in the realm of magic?" Clyde asked.