Slayer Hijau Novels & Stories

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

A few other guards struggling to hold in their lunch as we watch the insides of Marius Makay become…outsides. When Marius is done…draining…he lays in a puddle like a withered-up prune. My mate turns to me with a genuine wide smile and holds out her hand. “Layah, but my friends call me Slayer. It was a pleasure doing business with you Kai Makay. Enjoy your leadership.” I didn’t realise I had instinctively already placed my hand around hers and she shakes it tightly once before turning around to leave. “Wait!” I rush after her, no longer worried about the stunned guards around us who remain on their knees or my nudity. “Wait, please, just give me a second, please!” Well, that sounded more path

The black-haired guy named Sly pointed his finger rudely at Aisyah and Malikul back to back. “And you are…” Wan gave them the same energy by side-eyeing the two of them, “The Hyena. Smart and Sly.” Smart introduced himself to them all, scowling at them simultaneously under the mask he was putting on. “I can see the resemblance.” Wan studied them up and down, acting rude as well. “As rude as ever.” “Oh, why thank you.” Sly however took it positively. “Where is our beloved- oh my, there she is. This smell…” Sly leaned forward slightly and smelled the air. “Oh, I stand corrected. It’s him. My baby Eagle.”

Knietic said. “Up there,” Plymoth pointed to the sky, noticing a menacing figure up above. The group were all stunned to see that the attacker was not an average reaper but a familiar hybrids that stood in their way. “Slaughterhouse?,” stronghold cringed. Now implanted with the same reapers technology that possessed Carrie, slaughterhouse hovered with an emotionless scowl on her face. Her eyes burning with energies ready to strike again. “Damn this day keeps getting worse steam Dragon complained Slaughterhouse’s new reapers from shook the spines of her allies and the rest of the team she cracked her knuckles in each hand.

Lucien listened to me, nodding in agreement. My mate is the prophesized white dragon. The champion of the nightcrawlers. There’s no mistaking it. That is why she has those purple eyes. It’s a sign of royalty and she comes from the dragon shifters bloodline. The white hair signals the color of her dragon, and she doesn’t realize this but her every time she releases her aura I break off a sweat. “But what about the nightcrawlers? This still doesn’t make any sense…” Jared muttered, cinching his eyebrows.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

She knows this appearance, for it was what haunted not only her, but their entire family. This is the appearance of Hail when Hail died ten years ago. Sykh and Aria thought that Hail’s hair turned white, but Yuria knew it was not white but silver. Sykh and Aria mistook it for white since the color really could be mistaken for white, and that Sykh and Aria are both extremely worried about Hail. Yet Yuria who has always remained calm in all situations could clearly see that the color was really silver. And this is what Hierro’s hair is now – it turned silver. Yuria was filled with horror and she hurriedly, but also kept quietly, left.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."