Rs3 Slayer Masters Novels & Stories

I kicked each of the men's butt and looked for the one I've spared for the final hit. The leader was trying to sneak behind a tree with fear. His eyes widened when they caught mine. Before he could run I pulled back my fist and hit him right in the face. He fell out cold at the impact. I smirked in victory and backed away from the spot running in the woods continuing the rest of my journey. ×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~ After a while, when I was still in human form, the black stone building came into my view. The building was a like a miniature caslte with its three floors totally made of black brick. Grandma always said that the black colour gives a calm atmosphere to concentrate while pra

"If you still have room for me, then is wish to stay. I think I have outgrown Scotland, and your life does seem a lot more interesting with doing all this hunting and all." I raise my voice but a level higher and try to imprint this into everybody's minds, "What part does anybody not understand that the Winchasers will kill me?" "Ah," Roberto shrugs me off. "They will not kill the Vampire Master, for I am sure that they cannot kill each Vampire that shall come after them."

“I know you want the Master. It’s obvious how your body can not even keep its desires away. But newsflash, sweetheart… because in two weeks, you will be just as useless as every one of us. When he sticks himself into your hole, he will never come back to you.” Her smile stretched with venom. “Maybe you don’t know, but no lady has ever been to Master’s bed twice. And you… you will just be the same as every one of us.” For a moment, Jasmine paused—unmoving. She stared at her, blank, not even blinking. A quiet thought flickered through her mind: was this psycho always this chaotic, or was her presence driving her mad? Unexpectedly, Jasmine moved forward, slowly and confidently, closing the spac

Adrian mused, gazing at the red fish roasting on the campfire before him. Considering the formidable abilities displayed by the peculiar fish from the Blood River, even seasoned Grandmasters would struggle against them. Were it not for the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, possessing rudimentary intelligence and strength surpassing that of an ordinary Grandmaster, Adrian might have fallen prey to these fish rather than sitting by the fire, savoring their strange flesh.

Xrysos is a great Lord and Damon his property, he would always protect him. Linus' voice broke into Xryso's thoughts and he sat up straight to see the new slave's come into the circle. "Lords and Nobles!" Linus' voice silenced everyone as he spoke. "We have new slaves that may interest most of you, so stop bickering like school girls and place bets, lay claim to any who caught your eyes... Shall we?" Linus stepped down and the faces of men, women, and children came into view.

"They've only copied the surface. They don't understand the core algorithm. Their product is fundamentally flawed. If deployed at scale, it will collapse." Sure enough, one week later, Stellar Tech proudly launched their "revolutionary product." Jason strutted on stage, boldly claiming their technology "far surpasses Aurora Tech." But disaster struck within three days. Stellar Tech's product crashed at multiple client sites simultaneously, causing massive data loss and financial damage. Meanwhile, we released an upgraded version of our algorithm—30% faster and twice as secure. The media began reporting extensively on Stellar Tech's failure and Aurora Tech's success. The contrast was stark.

“But they don’t practice that anymore—” “Okay, this looks more interesting,” Lucien said, sounding eager now. “Thorne,” Darien growled, “I’m the Alpha. I can do whatever I want with my slaves. They are mine.” What did that mean? What was he about to do? “Ashlen, get all the slaves,” Darien said. “Let them see what happens when someone defies me.” Ashlen left again. Darien dipped the needle into the bowl, coating the thread with his blood. Before he could move, all the slaves strolled in. My eyes fell on Lyra and she looked so shocked to see me while Briane is already crying.

“It’s already begun. To other species of the paranormal community, this is a brand. To a point you’ll be safe.” “What do you mean ‘to a point’?” Raymond let out a sigh. “Scott is a very powerful man. He’s the alpha of the Northern Forest pack. There are many who would see his downfall.” “And I’d be the price of his downfall?” she asked, seeing his point. “Yes. You’ve got to take extra care.” Raymond kissed her head. “I’m proud of you.” She left him to his work. How was she going to get through the ceremony knowing his pack would hate her?

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him