Slayer Books Novels & Stories

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A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

The material slithered to her feet. “Beautiful” I slid my hand down her spine, teasing my fingers under the hem of her panties and the shaking of her legs increased. Spreading upwards until it was making her entire body shake. Curving myself against her back. Reaching around her. cupping her lace covered mound in my hand. And rubbed. Using the heel of my palm against her clit. Taylor moaned again, her ass pressing so firmly against my hardening cock that it was a miracle that I didn’t shoot my load right there against my zipper. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.” Again and again, I pressed against her clit, and she soaked her panties.

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“As long as you remember why you came back.” I reached for the new bundle and unwrapped it, my excitement returning. The familiar scent of old parchment filled the air as I flipped through the worn pages. But my smile disappeared when I spotted something strange. “Ingrid…” I murmured, holding one of the books up. “This one’s also damaged again.” She leaned over, and her brows furrowed. “What?” Pages were missing yet again!. Not torn from the spine like yesterday's own, but sliced out cleanly. Precise. Intentional.

The warmth of the fires enveloped me, and with a hint of drool at the corner of my mouth, I ventured further, captivated by the books on display. Among the books, various weapons lay scattered about, but I paid them no attention. Samael's knife was securely tucked against my upper leg, concealed beneath my dress. My dress was still covered in blood, and it disgusted me for a second, but then the fire seemed to flame up and I ignored my filthy state and walked in. Choosing a book at random from the shelf, I settled onto the most comfortable-looking couch, sinking into the plush pillows and started reading the book about Wrath.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.