Slayer 소설 & 이야기

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.

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.

I put the gun against the back of his head as he bent down to retrieve Dillinger’s gun. “Down,” I said and he went flat on the ground. I put the Jericho back in the holster and took the Karambit out. I pulled his head backward and brought the knife slowly to the front. “Jericho,” he groaned. “The Karambit, best damn slicer in the world,” I said and cut his throat. The gaping wound made gurgling sounds as his breath escaped through his windpipe and I let his head fall forward. I wiped the blade on his shirt and put it back on my belt holster.

All he received was a more enthusiastic greeting; one that had City Lord Sutton and Rusty quivering in their boots. “Ivor greets the God Slayer, Mane Harbinger!” “He is the God Slayer?” City Lord Sutton felt his blood run cold when he heard Ivor’s words. As a first class city, Asher City was privy to some information, and it knew of the one famed as the God Slayer. However, it had no idea who this God Slayer was. Although his deeds had been proclaimed to all the major cities, Mane’s face remained a mystery. Never would he have thought that the young boy next to him

The moment he took out the sword, the surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped, and an extremely dangerous aura enveloped Alex. Donovan said, “Brat, this sword of mine is called the God Slayer. It can even kill deities. But, once the sword is unleashed, it must consume blood, and all the people hit by the sword will be dead. So, I’m giving you one last chance. Put down the sword in your hand, kneel, and surrender yourself.” Alex was expressionless. “How despicable! It’s despicable, just your character. It’s no wonder that Ynes Larkin didn’t want you but bugged me at all cost instead. It turned out that she’s sick of you being too despicable!”

“Good, let that traitor be afraid. His days are numbered. I’ve found my mate.” Cressa smiled, seeing the look of adoration in his eyes as she spoke of her. The woman’s name was Freja. Freja was the famed Slayer, a warrior that cut through Dragonkin like butter. Fear bloomed on her chest as he told of her quest to kill him in order to avoid her fate of becoming his. From what Cressa gathered as he dumped the details of the last two weeks, Freja had slain his father and had been on a quest for vengeance ever since. A quest to avenge the attack on her Midlands village and for being marked as his from birth.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He trailed his finger on my cheeks, stroking it, "You wanted to kill her." "Why would I want to kill her?!" I yelled, "I didn't even know her!" A leathered hand came up and hit my right cheek with such a force that made me stumble back. A yelp escaped me as the burning pain defrayed through my nerves. I just remained inanimated for a while. He had slapped me. Shock settled in me as I stared at him widened eyes. A vague memory I thought I had forgotten of someone hitting me flashed in my vision....

“I’m glad to hear that. What information do you have for me?” “The leader of the Slayers is using wolves as their vessels. I also believe it was the leader or one of the vessels that burned down the hospital and committed all those crimes. I want to go find the Slayers and take care of the leader as soon as possible. But finding the Slayer hideout might be difficult if it’s hidden like this,” I explained. Theo thought about it for a moment. “Maybe not as hard as you think. What do you know about these vessels?” Theo asked, staring between the two of us.