Slayers Book Novels & Stories

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

The title was etched in bold silver runes: The Fate of a Dragon. She traced the letters with her fingertips, a shiver crawling down her spine. A tragedy, the blurb on the back declared. "Urgh. I'm already having a nasty day, do I really want to make it worse?" She dropped the book but didn't walk too far before she stopped and turned back. Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more.

With that said, Gaad vanished before their presence. "Well, what are you waiting for?!" Atlas asked Athesmos. "It is war!" Athesmos laughed and walked out of the room. ************* The King was beyond frustrated as they could not find his lover until now. They had gone to the Pits, killed all they saw and brought the slaves back to the gates with them, and yet Damon was not amongst the slaves. Although he had been there a day before they had reached The Pits. Lord Xrysos was enraged when he was told that another had bought his lover the day before.

The second Alchemy Fire she created was more than a constant stimulate in the current situation. Several of them sat down to cultivate. Over in the Raptor's territory, Zia's beast companions started to evolve. Turning smarter, faster, and more deadly. She would be in for a surprise when she returned to feed them. "Hahaha, such an amazing thing. The birth of a new Manual." Ren laughed as he stepped into the barrier. He scared each of them when doing so. Not from the danger, but from two dragons appearing behind him. These dragons were scaled black and looked more evil than the ones Zia had. "GO!"

Unfortunately, she lost her mate during the war between us and the slayers. “How long have you been watching me?” I ask absently. “As long as I could. May I have a look?” She gestures to the book in my hand and I nod, handing it to her. She gasps, her lips parted and her wide eyes collide with mine before she lowers them back to the book. “Lycanthropes.” She states with awe, her mismatched eyes shining with vigor. “You can read the sigils?” I prop up from the seat, hoping to hear her say yes. When I earn a firm nod from her, I smile.

“In the real world, we divide Slayers into castes: jōnin, chūnin, and genin. It makes sense that the conditioning starts as early as high school.” “Exactly,” Sasha agreed, “and in the case of us blue Slayers, there’s a much deeper reason.” “What do you mean?” Aki asked, genuinely concerned as the future leader of the empire. It upset her to think that a form of aggression or injustice might exist in Senten or indeed any corner of the Ethereal Nest. “What other reason could there be for bullying?” “Well, has either of you heard of misogi?” Aki and Temujin shook their heads.

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

Dragon slayers much like other humans from magical blood lines, like sorcerers can wield magic where regular humans cannot. I toss my head back, my hair falling behind me, a roar of laughter erupting from deep within me. I am clutching my stomach and gasping for air with tears brimming my eyes. I am laughing so hard that my stomach is clenching in pain, but I just cannot seem to stop. By the time I come down from my laughing fit, I slump in my chair my head hanging back as my lungs fight for air. I bring my head forward my lungs no longer burning, and I wipe the tears from my eyes.

On to Narnia it was. The floor was a slick marble, and as they ran, Jo found herself sliding from time to time. The floor also seemed to be angled, so that they weren’t just going further into the interior of the mountain, they were going down. Perhaps it was Dante’s Inferno after all. At the end of the hallway, there was another hall, perpendicular to this one, and all along it there were rows of doors, all of them the same as the one they’d just blasted through.

She stood up and pulled another book from the shelf behind her-one that looked even older than the last, its cover adorned with ancient symbols. The candlelight flickered as she opened its fragile pages. "This book," the headmistress began, "holds a prophecy that is thousands of years old. In each era, a single child is born who carries the fire of the ancient dragons and mastery over the five elements. One person capable of changing the fate of the world. To create balance... or to bring complete destruction." Skylar's mouth felt dry. "And you think... that's me?" she asked hoarsely. Beatrice studied her for a long moment before laying the book flat on the desk.