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.

Alright, let’s show them what we got. Slade, Sandra, Spirit, Spartacus, and summer show these vampires what you got! Slade is blowing air, Spartacus is stomping the ground, which leads to a crack in the ground and some vampires fall in. Summer is using water to keep them distracted, and Sandra is using fire to burn them to the ground. No, this can’t be, I will not be defeated.

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

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“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.”

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

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