Mage Slayer Novels & Stories

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

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.

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

Holding the ebony fan, I set foot on the Celestial Ascension Stairway to the Nine Heavens alone. With a flick of my wrist, the fan's ribs and surface elongated in a flash of blinding black light, transforming into a longsword as dark as ink. A jet-black wave of sword energy crashed down like a bolt of lightning. The magnificent Ascension Stairway shattered with a deafening roar. Jade stone splintered and collapsed, and half the Celestial Realm shook violently. Countless celestial soldiers and generals poured out of the Southern Heavenly Gate in a panic, blocking my path.

I roar, rushing back toward the altar and slamming my bare fists straight into the glowing red wall. A sharp spark of energy shocks my hands, burning my skin, but I don't back down. I pull back and slam my fists into the barrier again and again, the heavy thuds echoing across the quiet woods. The translucent red screen ripples, but it holds firm, completely separating me from my screaming baby boy. Magnus looks down at my son, his eyes wild with greed as he raises the blade higher into the air. "The supreme blood will finally be restored! My family will rule Silvermoon!"

I followed him out of the car before he could yank me out. My eyes widened once again as they laid on the very impressive gate that surrounded the castle, and the Vampire and slave boy that was guarding it. The slave didn't look any younger than me. Master stopped in front of the gate, meeting eyes with the guard. "New pet?" The guard asked, looking towards me. Master only nodded. The guard smirked as the slave began to open the large gate. "She's a pretty little one." He sneered, making my stomach turn. I swallow the lump in

Gasps and whispers rippled through the onlookers as they watched in shock. Elder Magnus stepped forward, his eyes wide with surprise. He extended his hand toward Constantine, who remained standing, her eyes glowing with an intensity I had never seen before. "We have a winner," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. The crowd erupted into cheers, celebrating the new Supreme Sorcerer. I lay on the ground, a profound sense of defeat washing over me. I had given my all, and yet, something inexplicable had occurred during the ritual. It was as if the very forces of magic had chosen Constantine over me.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Through the sunlight, I tried my best to make out where I could find an exit. Like most shady auction houses back home, VIP guests were placed in compartments that had a full glass window meant for viewing. From what I had seen so far, there was no exit. “The third omega is one of the rarest kinds we've ever seen in the world.” The auctioneer said, the spotlight moving from the two other girls and pointing directly at me. I flinched, pressing my eyes close to protect them from the harsh light. “Throughout history, we know that there was a special type of werewolf capable of mass killing and instant healing. They are known as Moon hybrid's, and this young lady right here is the last of her ki

She shouldn’t be as strong as me but I can’t seem to best her down. “Go ahead Derek try and attack me. But you’ll have to kill your daughter first to get to me. She’s completely under Layla’s control. If you don’t kill her we will, eventually. It’s not her we need anyway.” I am trying to dodge attacks from Malayah while dodge spells being thrown at me from the witch bitch. This is not looking good. I dodge another spell but Malayah pins me to the ground and is going for my throat. The next thing I see is a small silver dragon has appeared out of no where and is throwing ice spears at Enzo and Layla. It’s Maliyah and she uses her tail to knock Malayah off of me and then uses her wind powers t