Novel & Cerita Mage Slayer

Lucy yelled. “Are you serious? You’re always in remediation for training.” “That’s why it will be hilarious when I kick your ass. Don’t forget, I have warrior blood.” “You also have homo blood.” “What did you just say?” Lucy's skin flushed bright red as she planted her feet into a fighting stance, her hands clenched into fists. “You heard me.”

Warning! This chapter contains some scenes that some of the readers might not like. THIRD PERSON'S POV:- But her luck was not really by her side that day. He caught her before she could reach the door and slapped her hard on her face. She fell on the ground with a loud thud. She felt something wet flowing out from her mouth. She touched the corner of her lips and saw her blood on her fingers. Her vision got blurry and the world around her started spinning like she was in a spinner.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

Drake said, his tone shifting to one of serious reflection. “Bring it on,” I shouted, my voice full of confidence and He laughed at my enthusiasm. In a sudden shift, Drake’s expression hardened, and he said seriously, “Watch out, everyone!!!” Hmmm, this story is about a certain slave werewolf named Daisy. A story that has ended, but life never truly ends until one dies. If the future chooses to reveal itself to us, we will navigate it as SLAVE FURY rather than SLAVE BY BIRTH. But if not, we will simply have to keep longing for it until we grow old and cross the bar.

Then, with a final look, the seer placed the serpent scale in Mia’s hand. Mia snapped back to the present. The sounds of battle crashed all around her—shouting, snarls, the sharp smell of blood thick in the air. She saw a Shadowfen warrior lunging straight at Dalian. But her mind wasn’t just on the fight. The seer’s words hit her all over again, suddenly making perfect sense. Hair of twins. Serpent scale. Place them where the stone was activated.

The sheer magnitude of his protectiveness was suffocating, a constant reminder of a bond I hadn't asked for and a past I couldn't escape. "We need weapons," I said, intentionally diverting the focus to tactical survival. "If Morgath’s creatures are made of shadow, standard surgical steel isn't going to cut it." Elena walked over to a heavy iron chest in the corner of the room, with her keys clicking softly in the lock. "Standard steel won't, but silver-infused iron will. Morgath’s thralls are bound by blood-magic. Disruption requires a catalyst." She pulled out a long, leather-wrapped bundle and laid it on the table.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

“What the hell is that?” “You might need a Silver Wolf mentor after all.” He forced a smirk, showing his bloody teeth. I rolled my eyes, raising the sword. “And you need to die already.” His eyes widened as the sword cut through his neck, separating his head from his body. That’s the only way I’d be sure that he was dead. I tossed the sword to the air and caught it with my other hand. “A Lycan Slayer you are.” It was surely coming back with me.

Only when the first round of needles pierced my flesh, injecting the sedative into my body, did I realize we’d been ambushed. The burn of silver skating through my bloodstream was the final blow that had my legs crumpling. I could only watch, my magic much too weak, as Draco bellowed and charged at the slavers. It took several rounds to bring him down, and even then he’d managed to slaughter three before the darkness claimed us both. We awoke in a dark, damp cellar, trapped in cages with faint traces of silver. As Gods, silver wouldn’t subdue us completely. Though weakened, our power was very much intact. Our wolves, on the other hand, were sent into a quiet slumber.

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.