Slayer Books の小説・ストーリー

But what if I tell you about the darker things that prowl the streets at night, the very same one you walk at day, would you still feel safe if you knew about the varmints that have fangs and the other, that turns into a mindless beast with claws under a full moon, Who would you fear more? Your kind? That's more interested in what you have in your purse. Or ours? The bloodsuckers, that likes to drink straight from the source, which happens to be your veins. But without casting judgment, I must confess, I too was one of those blinded humans, yes believe or not... I was, or... So I thought. My life before the cleansing was... Overwhelming, to be honest, I was too busy trying to become the best

"Please no!" "Do you think the children you butchered didnt plead?" Ren sneered. The intel he received from the "sleeper agents" in the Sect passed in his thoughts. The old body they found when entering the "Shoreline" was done by this man. Kozlick had killed several since returning as well. "You give Devil Cultivators a bad name. But no matter. I will not let you see another day. Your False Devil Manual will die with you."

She was dressed in a canvas tunic, crude and simple and rough against her skin. She couldn’t believe this was all happening. These sick vampires truly intended to kill her slowly. Somehow, they had managed to revive the cruel gladiator sport that people here had once enjoyed thousands of years ago. Weak, tired, confused, she felt a sense of despair, and wondered how she would ever survive. Before Caitlin had a chance to take hold of her weapons, there came charging at her a dozen huge, muscle-bound warriors, all clad in full armor, all wielding fierce weaponry.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

Begin Volume 2/Shadow Stalker Lenin Street in Magadan reminded Jo of pictures she’d seen of Europe after World War II. Buildings were toppled, some of their brick and stone edifices pouring across sidewalks into the street, metal frames jabbing up into the air as if to serve as a reminder of what could happen to those who don’t heed the new world order put into place by the Vampires after the Revelation. The place was deserted, as abandoned as most towns in the western United States had become, and as Jo McReynolds drove along in the beat up Jeep with the bullet holes riddling the back, she was reminded a little of Denver, Colorado, the place she’d taken to calling home a few years ago when

Cold like a tomb that had been sealed for centuries. In the center, on a stone table, lay a book. It was old, leather-bound, its pages yellowed and brittle. The symbols on the cover matched the symbols on the Kingslayer, on the rings, on the dagger from the chest. They pulsed faintly, as if the book was still alive. Lysander opened it. His honey eyes scanned the pages, moving faster and faster. His face grew pale. A ritual, he said. To unmake the shadow. Not bind it. Not transfer it. Unmake it. Permanently.

My wolf replied. I shook off the "what-ifs" that held me back and turned back to the towering oak shelves. My fingers traced the spines of leather-bound books, all of them layered in dust that made my nose itch. "Focus," I muttered to myself. "One monster at a time." I immediately admonished myself. I continued to look until I found the books my dad had recommended. I pulled the four heavy volumes from the shelves. The History of Shadow Entities, The Blood Rites of the Unseen, The Search for Shadows and one volume of Pack Lore and Ancient Threats. I carried them to a secluded corner of the library. The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me.

Mizelli was gone and was busy on the Underworld. Drake was on his range of releasing his orgasms when kissed her lips and he slowly felt numb all over his body. He shouted for help but his voice had no sounds. He felt that she was killing him when the door opened and the rescue came. The vampire slayer is back but with a new circle of combat friends.

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

Would he have the vampire shield waiting? As Caitlin flew, holding Caleb’s hand, she reflected on their whirlwind journey through Scotland. Dunvegan Castle, Skye, Eilean Donan, Rosslyn Chapel…She kept seeing in her mind’s eye that huge, ancient Bible in the crypts of Rosslyn, kept seeing the image of the shield as the two pages became one. The clue had been so well guarded and protected, each place offering just the smallest hint of where to go. But now it was all finally coming together, and Caitlin felt for certain that this was the final stop.