Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

He stammered. “I do not make my pack warriors to be foolish.” With my claws that were out, I slit his throat and then plunge them over his chest. “And I’ll do more when I find out who is playing pranks with me!” I yelled at them. Kill the enemy! That was a shitty write-up from my pack members. The enemy was the werewolf, Viola is the only wolf in the Lycan Pack.

Are you referring to the legendary Godslayer Blade? "Godslayer Blade? Never heard of it. This brat is just making up names, isn't he?" Jasper didn't give up on any chance to humiliate Woody. Instantly, Mabel rolled her eyes at Jasper, clearly disgusted by his lack of knowledge. "The Godslayer Blade first appeared in the story of 'The Investiture of the Gods'. It was the magical tool of Jordan Langden, the mythical priest. He could easily use it to behead others, even the powerful deities," Mabel recounted the story.

I hoped to hide there in the warm nothingness, safe and unaware of the horrors that reality held, but reality wasn’t done with me. My heart leaped and took off like a startled rabbit, sending my back arching up off the table. Every muscle strained against the straps that bound me, but to no avail. This place was designed to hold werewolves. There was no escape. “I wasn’t done with you, Little Silver. You can’t sleep now, not when we’re just getting to the good part.” He held a syringe up where I could see it. “Adrenaline works wonders on the fight or flight response I’ve discovered.”

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

he added leading the way out of his chambers and sealed the doors behind him. “Oh! Take one of these. It might surely come in handy.” he said offering me a magical sword known as a lycan slayer. The lycan slayers were swords forged with one of the most rare and most powerful elements of silver in existence brought into being during the dark era long before vampyres and lycans started to get along with one another. Besides the regular silver blade, the lycan slayer could disintegrate a lycan within a matter of seconds after contact with one.

We looked further and I closed my eyes momentarily, this was horrible, the hunters in these containers were large, pale and others disfigured. "Bring the scientist," I tell Jake. The doctor was trembling. "What are these?" I ask, sternly. "Well, these are humans with special blood in their veins," "We know," I murmur. Slayers were humans who were made by witches in the 18th century to destroy their mutual enemies, shifters. They were strong and moved at incredible speed. For some time, they almost conquered but the moon goddess stepped in to save her people. I turn around to face Amos,