Slayers Book Novels & Stories

"I love chocolate." After finishing the chocolate cupcakes, Amanda led James upstairs to his bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor opposite Kevin and Emma's master bedroom, while Emma went to check on Ivy after learning the little girl had been looking for her since morning. Emma entered Ivy's room and found her sleeping soundly but her storybooks still lay on the duvet. Emma tucked Ivy into the blanket and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart brimmed with love and tenderness as she watched the little girl drift off to dreamland. She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

I opened my mouth to bombard her with questions when she cut me off. “It’s time alpha dearest. The final day of your ruin, your judgement and the sealing of your fate. Today, a new dawn shall rise and set in. prepare, for the battle has just began” she recited in that eerie voice with a sinister smile on her face whiles her eyes kept flickering between black and red. Before I could scream or ask what she meant, she shifted into the largest falcon I have ever seen and shot straight into the skies. A foreboding sense encased me. I don’t think this is all a coincidence.

It was a shout from outside that made us panic. "Kill them!" A barbaric voice yelled, and multiple of the rogues came inside. They started killing some innocent slaves while the Lycan King’s troops were fighting with them. One of their guards fell in front of me lifeless; my hands were trembling when I searched for the keys that they used to our shack. I was breathless, and I knew that my life might be finished, despite the fact that I wanted to get revenge and justice with my bare hands. "Gotcha!" I whispered and tried every key to remove the shackles. When I successfully removed it, some of the slaves shouted at me that they needed some help. I rushed towards them and helped them remove th

Xander asked. “Not really.” Thalia replied. “Well you should get the book the next time you go to the library. You will enjoy it.” He assured her. “What's the title?” She asked. ‘Clan vs Clans.’ I replied in my head, I have already read that book a trillion times. I just read the latest edition some weeks ago. “Clan vs Clans by Sable Stormbringer.” He replied. “So Thalia, if I am permitted to call your name?” He asked and Thalia nodded her head in response. “Okay then, I will be taking my leave. I have something important to handle. You should get back to your room.”

,Riven spoke in one breath without giving Annabelle a chance to protest. "The book of shadows is the only book that can help Layla in mastering her powers",Annabelle said and huffed out for breathe. "So you said. But don't change the topic Anna", Riven said and folded his arms. Behind him, the warrior shifters were assembling and getting prepared for the Alpha's orders. "What aren't you telling me? What's so special about Layla's blood?" Annabelle shot a quick look at him before looking back at the sky.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

Silanya directs us, and we all gather in the front row of the stone benches. I’m ready to hear what this is all about, but instead of talking, Silanya steps away through the back curtain. “Where did she go?” Lyra asks. All I can do is shrug, but thankfully, Silanya returns soon with a large book cradled in her arms, its edges sparkling silver in the light. “My apologies,” she says. “In order to explain, I needed the Tome of Glory.” I instantly recognize the ancient book, which tells of war and sacrifice, the stories we’ve heard as children about the days when shifters rose up to take their rightful place as leaders in this world. But I’m confused.

A chapter might come tomorrow, please wait for it. Oh and, my new book SLAYER OF THE DEMON RACE is yet to be out and once it is out, I would advise that you check it out. It's an interesting book.