Monster Slayers Mga Nobela at Kwento

And whispered— “Your soul already belongs to them.” Pain exploded inside my head. Visions slammed into me violently. Blood. Fire. A throne made of bones. Silver eyes glowing in darkness. And something massive watching me from beneath the earth. I screamed. The battlefield shook again. Silver energy erupted outward in a devastating wave. The creatures began burning alive instantly. Every single one. Their screams filled the night. Warriors covered their ears as the monsters collapsed one after another into black ash. The leader stared at me while its flesh dissolved.

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

No matter how much I want to deny how scared I was, I just can't. Will I be able to release the werewolf? “Where are we going, Rain?” Kylie hesitates for a moment and I turn to her. My shoulders deflate with resignation. I know it's time I tell her a little bit of the truth. “I can't go any further if you don't explain things to me.” “Fine, Kylie. There are people called the Slayers.” “And who are they?” Her voice and eyes are sharp, probing me to speak further. “They are the mayors.”

Katherine Fisher sauntered in behind him, an annoying smirk still planted on her too pretty face. "Well, it's like this," Mikeal responded, his gaze settling on Lydia. "Kat got a call from Lana. She said you killed a hunter, got entangled with the rogues and we're being questioned by the founders'council. We left New Orleans three hours ago and drove straight here." "Because?" I asked, knowing it would annoy Mikeal and amuse Kat. "BEAST KINDRED has a reputation to uphold, Damien. You can't be dragged into the council in every town you visit."

I asked, tilting my head. “Everything about them is special,” Miya said. “They are twins, both twenty. The pride of Ur pack, which is a pack that was highly infested by monsters. They are the ones who founded the monster slayer force almost five years ago and are currently the top monster slayers in the world. They are currently the strongest men in the Lycannora. Above all, they are top male models of my favourite magazine — ROGUE.” I nodded with pursed lips, then gasped.

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

she said, seeing Sergio against a pilar. “It's no use.” he repeated himself, going on as if she hadn't spoken. “So don't even think about running away.” “Let me go, please.” She pleaded even though she could tell just by looking at him that he would do no such thing. "Christ, I don't even know why you want me here in the first place. It can't possibly be love." “There are sixty highly trained men on this estate who are trained to shoot to kill. If by chance, you manage to get by them, then the dogs will surely tear you apart.” He informed her, still ignoring her pleas.