Slayers Book Novels & Stories

Cold like a tomb that had been sealed for centuries. In the center, on a stone table, lay a book. It was old, leather-bound, its pages yellowed and brittle. The symbols on the cover matched the symbols on the Kingslayer, on the rings, on the dagger from the chest. They pulsed faintly, as if the book was still alive. Lysander opened it. His honey eyes scanned the pages, moving faster and faster. His face grew pale. A ritual, he said. To unmake the shadow. Not bind it. Not transfer it. Unmake it. Permanently.

Are you ready for book two, which will be full of more secrets and mind-blowing twists and turns? Page Slayer.

Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” Ringing the name of not just an ordinary book covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. Kyle smiles in a twisted way and once more, as he knew and live within that book, wherein it is the second book of the original world’s Shinzo Dimension. “Seeing your smile and that very grin, I guess I do not need to explain further what does this book holds, am I right, Kyle?”

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

Seraphina’s POV The flames were dying. Ash curled upward in the suffocating dark of the library, thin spirals of smoke clinging to the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers that refused to rise. The last of the glowing pages fell into cinders on the stone floor, and the light it had given us—the fragile, blessed shield—dissolved into nothing. Beyond that circle of dying fire, the monsters closed in, shadows weaving between bookshelves, claws dragging over wood and stone, eyes like fragments of the abyss.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE🎀 Panic instantly ripped through the library. The quiet readers who had been scattered among the tables began to scramble in terror, their hushed whispers turning into desperate cries as the thieves took over. To assert their dominance, the men began violently flipping the heavy wooden tables upside down. They tore priceless, ancient books straight from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and carelessly stepping on them with their muddy boots. Zayla’s eyes widened in absolute shock at the wanton destruction. She quickly whipped her head to look at Asher, expecting a sudden outburst, but he didn't have a single reaction. He stood there like a statue o

asked the Phoenix Clan Leader with a somber expression. “It hasn’t begun—it’s continuing! The war had already taken place but was halted for some reason; now they’ve started it on their own, which means all their preparations are fully complete!” The Little Dragon seriously corrected the Phoenix Clan Leader’s words. “Another piece of information: apparently, there are beings known as blood slaves. These so-called blood slaves are an army of the dead who are utterly fearless and feel no pain, even if they’re cut into pieces. I’ve received information that blood slaves will explode when they feel that death is inevitable!” The little dragon’s eyes narrowed upon hearing the name “blood slave”;

The ancient flames, dormant for centuries, whispered a single word in the silence: “Oathbreaker.” Outside, the storm had begun. The mountains glowed faintly red where lightning struck, and the air pulsed with unnatural energy. The Shadow’s power was rising again, reaching for them. Lyra looked down at the book in her hands, the key to her bloodline’s prison and whispered to the wind: “Let this end with me.” Kael mounted beside her, sword drawn, eyes fixed on the storm ahead. “Then let’s go break a god.” And together, they rode into the darkness, toward the Veil, where oaths were born, and kingdoms died.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.