Slayer Novels & Stories

He could tell she wasn’t done yet. There was another click and then she shot again. When he had sliced earlier he had cut off the straps of his vest, and it slipped during his fight and Sachi woke up at that exact moment and before she passed out, she slid the gun over to her and she fired. With her colt single action revolver and she couldn’t be happier. She had finally done it. She had done it, but he was still alive making this so thrilling.

“You’re going to be a personality. Like the WWF fighters. The vest has a hood and a mask. They won’t be able to see your face. We want to call you the Slayer.” Something struck at me. Slayer. That was dinging some bells in my mind, somehow, but the picture my mind showed me was of a pretty, young woman with curly hair. A nickname, maybe? I shook my head. This was a weird memory. I’d have to process it later. “Not Slayer,” I said. I just had a bad feeling about that name. I thought a minute. “Maybe Grim Reaper?” “Love it. Grim Reaper it is.” Damian was pumped. “I’m going to print out some bu

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Hunter Kill! Kill! Kill! The voice in my head is constantly repeating this and I can’t find it in me to deny it. I slash through everyone that gets in my way, leaving only a pile of mutilated bodies behind me. Yet I can’t find it in me to feel bad. No one will stop me! Kill! Kill! Find! Find! FIND!!! Find what? Skye

I refused to give him that satisfaction. He darted up a steep hill, the incline so sharp my lungs burned from the effort. Then he leapt off the edge. My body followed, plummeting downwards like dead weight. I crashed onto jagged rocks below. Agonizing pain ripped through me, a scream tearing from my throat as I felt something crack, my ribs. But Slayer wasn’t done. He pushed forward, dragging my broken body through more torment. Every step sent jolts of white-hot pain through my limbs.

His smile pulled on the scars on his face, making him look extra terrifying. Sebastian shrugged and said lightly, "Is that so? In that case, the Blacklist will lose a member tonight." Steven howled with laughter. The dagger in his hand gave off a blinding glint. He said menacingly, "You're the first person to have the guts to speak to the Blacklist's Dragon Slayer like that!" "The Dragon Slayer? No. 32 on the Blacklist?" Sebastian frowned slightly. Steven sneered threateningly and said, "That's right! I'm the Dragon Slayer, no. 32 on the Blacklist. You'll meet your end tonight, punk!"