Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

“This article was released five minutes ago as breaking news. There is no way Chloe could have seen anything about it between her leaving the dining hall and passing out.” “I don’t understand.” Chloe glanced between Lucas and Ursula, shifting nervously in her seat. “What is happening to me?” “I think you’re having premonitions.” Ursula was the one to respond to the worried girl’s questions. “But I don’t understand how. I’ve never heard of a werewolf having powers like this. This is something only witches are capable of.” “Hm.”

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

“That was me telling you what power I have, but you're such an idiot that you couldn't size up what that projection really was.” “You're a damn medium,” Alister whispered, and I bowed theatrically. “Accomplished medium, at your service,” I said with amusement. At that moment, Drago roared loudly and then began spitting venom through the trees. At that moment we heard the shouts of the brigadiers who were practicing dark magic. Alister cursed, and when he saw me summon black flames, the wretch ran with too much haste. For the first time I became a slayer, so I let Becca control my senses.

Third Person POV. Scottsdale was another city that harbored the secrets of the Slayers. Filled with trusted fellows, the Slayers had a lot of properties here, even their greatest enemies had no single hint about. Here in Scottsdale, the Slayers had their tech company operating under an anonymous name. It was the modern era, and security had passed, with only guards mounted in the town, manor, or his room. The game changed into technology and they also changed. Two centuries back, it took their united efforts to ruin the wolves. Mr. Fell, he had been the most intellectual amongst them.

She looked just as pale as the rest of them but there was an aura of dominance she gave off. If looks could kill, Lucy would have been six feet with the looks she was getting, and just like her venomous look, her voice also mirrored the same stance as she started to speak before they could even open the door. “Guess the rumors are true Damien, you really did take a slave.”

It was the respect of the predator for a more efficient killer. Victor stood tall, the weight of the moment finally allowing his human heart to steady. He looked toward the mountain, where the staircase led down to the High Humans. He wasn't a wolf anymore. He was something much more dangerous. He was a Slayer.

Blurb With no other alternative left to her parents, Miatta, the princess of the Black Fur Pack, is given away to a rival lycan pack as a collateral to end the ongoing lupine war between them. She loses her honour and her title and is made a slave in the household of the demonic wolves, the Red Bone Pack. Desperate to find a way out of captivity, Miatta finds a friend and a mate in the most unexpected places.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

Alice swayed her beautiful tail before she turned her back on me. 'I wasn't allowed to interact with you as long as you didn't reach the standards of your strength. The moon goddess criticized me because she wants you to learn more without me. She wants you to have the courage to fight back without the help of your wolf. She doesn't want you to lose hope if you can't talk to me.'

she replied, and there was a tinge of excitement in her voice. “Nice” I replied. My skin prickled, my senses heightened, a surge of energy surged through my veins, my bones cracked and reshaped, limbs elongating, and muscles rippling beneath my skin. Pain mingled with euphoria, blurring the lines between human and beast as I transformed.