Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

Dimitri informs. “But your daughter is a Silver Dragon, silver doesn’t harm you,” says Elder Katla. “True Katla, but you forget that Maliyah was given Malayah’s ability to shift into a wolf. Maliyah is now a dragon and wolf. We didn’t realize silver would affect her now, but obviously it does,” says mom. “So rogues and hunters are working together, but why,” asks Alpha Ghalen. “That is a question I want answered as well,” says dad.

His amber eyes, once filled with a quiet, simmering fury, are now hollow, reflecting nothing but destruction. Despite defeating the royal family that made his life a living hell, there's no triumph in his stance. No satisfaction or relief. Only a soulless husk of the man he once was. I can barely hold myself up from leaning against the pillar behind me. My side is slick with blood, and my dress is soaked from the deep wound just below my ribs. I think something got lodged in me as well. Probably a shrapnel or something when the wall exploded as Casimir and his rebel forces charged into the castle during the coronation.

Aslan's strength was clearly running out. Just before Aslan fainted, he vaguely saw Skylar's eyes sparkle. It was not an ordinary sparkle, but a real glow. He was like a ferocious carnivore, ready to tear his prey to pieces. Then a powerful aroma wafted over. Aslan could smell it. He could not explain the smell, but it certainly made him feel very sleepy. Skylar's intimidation grew rapidly. It was as if just by standing there and staring at the thugs, Skylar could overpower them all. Aslan did not know what happened next. He faintly heard the thugs scream before everything went dark. Aslan had fainted. ***

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Finally, he looked at the girl convulsing on the floor, her skin glowing like embers. "A Wingless." Malachi's voice was barely a whisper. His expression shifted from annoyance to something heavier. Grim. Final. He looked at Sloane's face a face that had not aged in centuries. "And the Golden Child of Oakhaven." He exhaled slowly. "You have brought the end of the world to my doorstep, Reaper." Sloane drew his silver dagger. The firelight danced off the blade as he stepped toward the old man.

“No, no, no… I won’t… I won’t let that happen.” Slade howled with rage and pain inside me, trying to force the shift, fighting me for control, his fury tangled with despair. ‘We’re losing it. Losing everything. Save her. Get away from her before it’s too late.’ And that’s when I saw it. The Silver Abyss. It cut through the dark forest like a blade through flesh, mist curling upward, silver mist swirling with lethal beauty, the sheer cliffside falling away into a gaping void where moonlight shimmered faintly over its surface. Magic hung heavy here, old, ancient, dangerous.

“Hello, ladies.” Slate put on his flirtiest smile as he approached the mages, hoping to find one or two that would be willing to go with him to Maura’s house. He would need to find one powerful enough to turn him into Jack for a little while. As revolting as it was to think of having to be Jack at all, he’d made it seem like it was going to be impossible for Slate to fool Maura into thinking he was Jack, and Slate resented the idea that anyone thought him incapable of fooling the girl.

Maera shouted. The charm detonated with violent force but Slyvara was already gone. The magic slammed into stone instead, cracking the wall and shaking the ground. Maera’s head snapped upward. Slyvara stood on the roof above, cloak stirring in the air, her eyes glowing brighter now. She dropped down slowly, landing without a sound. “You want a fight, Maera?” she said calmly, a sharp smile on her lips. “You are no match for me.” Maera screamed and charged. Fire burst from her hands, wild and furious.

“I’m glad to hear that. What information do you have for me?” “The leader of the Slayers is using wolves as their vessels. I also believe it was the leader or one of the vessels that burned down the hospital and committed all those crimes. I want to go find the Slayers and take care of the leader as soon as possible. But finding the Slayer hideout might be difficult if it’s hidden like this,” I explained. Theo thought about it for a moment. “Maybe not as hard as you think. What do you know about these vessels?” Theo asked, staring between the two of us.

Just then, I felt a presence, an all too familiar presence, but all efforts to open my eyes and see who it was were almost impossible. I could make out his physique through my slit gaze: he was tall and well-toned. Under the moonlight, he appeared to be glittering like a light in the night. He was surrounded by a pack of wolves, each one extremely large and strong. An elite werewolf combat team. The slavers must have realized it, as one of them peed in his pants while in his battle stance position, extremely terrified. If my life wasn't also in danger, I reckoned I would've laughed so hard.