Pokemon Slayer Novels & Stories

She said with a firm tone. Cranking her head to the side, she went ahead to say, “Have you heard of the Slayer?” To this Carlos raised his brow as this was the first time he was hearing the name. Wondering who it was or what it represented, he took a step forward to ask but before he could do that, she beat him to it. “These are special rogues and like I said you can't defeat them as they are fortified by the Slayer just to win this war.” Now smirking, she went ahead to say.

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

As it neared her, she had to think of another way to defend not only herself but the rest of her team. The shots had done some damage. The creature wasn’t going as quickly as it had been before. Jo lifted her leg and kicked it in the chest. It felt like slamming her leg into a brick wall. The monster rocked backward slightly, but it didn’t die. A second later, it had recovered and was aiming for her head again with its massive teeth.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Then, with heated eyes, he said, “Tyrone, this is your last struggle. Just watch how I will defeat your Dragon Thunder Palm!” In the next second, Chase took action. He stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the air. Immediately after, a water pillar appeared. The water pillar turned into a water sword in Chase’s hand. Even though it looked fragile, it was shining with a stunning aura. “This sword’s name is Sin Slayer! “All gods or demons will perish with this sword in my hand. “Tyrone, I shall kill you today to prove myself!” Right after he said that, the sword aura shot out of Chase’s hand like a dragon and cut through the air for hundreds of meters.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

"There is one more problem we have to look at." I pinched the slope of my nose and sighed. "And what that problem might be, now?" I asked looking up. She gave me a sympathetic smile. She knew how overwhelmed I was from this sudden dump of information. "As I told you before, no one knows what creatures they are. How they look like or even what they are called. Fighting someone without knowing about them makes you weaker." She was right. How could I fight them without knowing what weakness they possess? Or even if they have any.

I snapped, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Oh,” was all he could muster in response. “So, are you going to reject me?” he asked quietly, vulnerability lacing his voice. “Yes. I can’t have a dragon slayer as my mate—someone who injures innocent people, dragons, and all supernatural beings. It’s unacceptable,” I replied sharply. “I have never harmed anyone,” he insisted, his chocolate-brown eyes pleading for understanding. I searched his gaze, desperate for any hint of deception, but found only sincerity. “How did you become a dragon slayer?” I pressed, my own curiosity piquing.

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.