Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

"William Morgan murdered your sister and her unborn child." Slayer's gaze locked onto Eliza, taking in her fine clothing and aristocratic bearing. Understanding dawned in his eyes, quickly followed by rage. "You're one of them," he growled, rising to his feet with predatory grace. "A Morgan." "I am Eliza Morgan," she confirmed calmly. "Recently returned daughter of the Morgan pack." The revelation acted like a spark to dry tinder. With a roar of fury, Slayer lunged toward her, his hands outstretched as if to tear her apart.

since their wedding on pack lands. Her father had been willing to take Ray into their pack to allow his daughter to stay but Alpha James wouldn't loose his warrior to another pack. I wondered when it first happened if maybe my father had been a warrior as well and that's why my parents ended up in the predicement they did but again no one would talk about it and I gave up trying to figure out the mystery years ago. "I don't hope you end up at the blood moon pack, as much as I hope a pack takes you in. That pack wouldn't be a good fit for you. I know I don't talk about my life before meeting Ray often but that pack can be harash and my brother is the worst of them all." She whispered a hint

(Battle Theme : 'Dark Chest Of Wonders (Instrumental) by Nightwish) "Master, two ugly ghouls are coming from the right corner!" Silver Moon spoke. "Four from the left!" Ming Yue rushed toward the right and in fast speed, she slashed the first ghoul and cut of the head of the second one. Yang Lixin who already adapted--even though forcefully, to supernatural things that was happening right at this moment, shot one of the ghoul while Bai Hu helped with his wind, shredding the rest to pieces. Ling Mao who was running along side everyone noticed how the ghouls kept appearing, it was endless.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

“Okay, so when can we do this?” “The next blood moon is in 1 year according to our predictions” “YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME” – I shout punching the wall “I am sorry Alpha, but it is a really complex spell and without the witch casting it we have to wait” “So if we find Lorena before the blood moon we can undo it?” “Yes” – they both say I mind link Ed “Get your ass in my office” He didn’t respond and knocked on the door “come in” – I say

He leaned over me, his face inches from mine. "Tonight, we write a new world," Malphas whispered. "A world where the hunger never ends, and the prey never wakes up." He raised a silver dagger. "First, we remove the Donor's stain." He brought the blade down toward the mark on my neck. But just as the silver touched my skin, the heavy steel doors of the basement were torn off their hinges. A roar—not a wolf’s roar, but a sound of pure, digital and biological rage—shook the foundations of the house.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.

Her lithe and athletic frame is accentuated by her sleek outfit, emphasizing her lethal prowess and agility. Around her neck, a pendant of a snarling wolf hangs, a symbol of her allegiance to the ancient order of Lycan hunters. Claws made from sharpened silver extend from her fingertips, ready to strike fear into the hearts of the creatures who dwell in the shadows. "Oh my! What a sexy gruffy voice," She told with a smile, "So?, what brings you here?," "Mason is dead!" Silence followed shortly after as everyone paused their activities, a look, of shock, rage, and disbelief flashing through their faces. Mason Salvador was one of the most respected figures among Lycan hunters. His death caused