Slayer Novels & Stories

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

light. "Dante, move!" I screamed. I snapped my black-mercury wings open, the blades extending to their full six-foot span. I dived into the fray, my wings clashing against the Kingslayer’s glaive. The sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the Scrappers fall to their knees, blood leaking from their ears. The Kingslayer was stronger than anything we had ever fought. Every time I struck him, his armor absorbed the frequency, glowing brighter with every hit. He was a "Void-Sink."

he says dramatically handing over the sharp blade to me. Wow! it's beautiful and the words slayer are encrypted on its handle. The blade is made of pure gold and the thing is damn sharp. No one will survive her deadly cruel strike. "The blade belonged to my father back in the day" grandpa starts his narration. " He was the most ruthless don ever known and people called him 'The slayer' because all his victims were ended by that blade" he gestures to the blade in my hands and I look at it admirably.

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.

CHUG-CHUG-CHUG-WEEEEEE! A deafening, chaotic wall of distorted guitars and double-bass drumming blasted through the air. It was heavy metal. Specifically, "Raining Blood" by Slayer, played at maximum volume. Jack covered his ears. "What the hell is that?!" "Oops!" Hailey’s voice came over the music, sounding sheepish. "Wrong folder! I meant to hit 'White Noise,' but my finger slipped on my 'Doomsday Playlist'! Sorry! But hey, look at the frequency graph!"

Shaken as he was by the raging battle, Sylas grew more confident with each kill he had counted. As the Ravennites struggled to resist the push of their enemies, he found himself locked in combat against another Domineer with as much intention to kill as he did. Using the small shield on his arm, Sylas cried out as he punched his opponent across the face with it and immediately drove his blade through the base of his throat. He hissed through clenched teeth, ignoring the disturbing choking of his victim as he quickly pulled his sword away, letting the Domineer fall dead upon the snow. Sylas pointed his bloody sword down at him. “That’s for my family!” he exclaimed furiously.

“Marcel!” His head snapped towards mine as his claws dug into Shae’s neck, rivulets of blood already making their way downwards. “Wynter Grey, the slayer of dragons and hunter of vampires.” “You forgot to say something about the wolves and fae I’ve killed.” “I’m surprised you had the balls to come here, running away from Mintia like you did. You’re a coward Grey and I’ll relish in killing you!” “You can have me Marcel but you’ll need to let her go.”

there are two types of Slayers. the Champions. and the Fighters. The difference is that the champions represent a Mafia gang or family. and the fighters are just there for themselves. They don't live long in this slaughter if they don't get sponsored quickly...... That's why I stared at Melz as if he had fallen on his head. -Why not shoot me in the heart instead? Don't you think it will be faster? I ask him casually.

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

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