Slayers Meme Novels & Stories

If someone’s attacking me and I might end up with this fucking disease, whatever the fuck it is, I’m going to take them down any way I can. Andrew and Jackson groaned at the same time. ‘But the first couple of Sleepers dropped after they’d been shot, didn’t they?’ said Bridget. ‘I just think they adapted. One gets shot, the others learn to compensate. It’s like the whole of Middletown is a hive mind now.’ ‘Like the Borg in TNG,’ said Jackson. ‘Thank you!’ Andrew laughed. ‘Yes! Exactly right, that man. God, where have you been all day?’

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

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.

She challenged now her temper on the edge. "If we choose to change the future, what the goddesses of fate has decided, the outcome will not be pleasant for us. What do you think can happen wrong? We know that the exiled creatures are our nemesis too. Imagine that they become the victors in this war, will they not make us their next target?" Mydia reasoned and Sylvia stood speachless. Meanwhile, the rest of watched their interaction quietly. Both of their features were strikingly common except, of course, their hair and eyes. The same plump lips and the same sharp noses. Even their heights were the same. "I am still not fully convinced." Sylva huffed in frustration.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

He is like a toddler who doesn’t want to be told no. All three of them are behaving like toddlers. With Slater and Camden, giving me puppy dog eyes and pouty lower lips. “There is something wrong with you three. We aren’t having a sleepover like teenagers.” “But I’m a Death King and Slayer is about to be a fed,” Camden slurs. My mouth drops open in shock. “Fox is going to stab him for blabbing,” Slater murmurs, rubbing his face. “Cam has no filter. He is going to get us both killed tonight if we go home this drunk.”

No matter how much I want to deny how scared I was, I just can't. Will I be able to release the werewolf? “Where are we going, Rain?” Kylie hesitates for a moment and I turn to her. My shoulders deflate with resignation. I know it's time I tell her a little bit of the truth. “I can't go any further if you don't explain things to me.” “Fine, Kylie. There are people called the Slayers.” “And who are they?” Her voice and eyes are sharp, probing me to speak further. “They are the mayors.”

However, the Slayers and the Killers never worked together. Why were they working together now all of a sudden? “I don’t understand. You’re working with the Slayers?” I asked, still in disbelief. “As I said… she’s paying me very well,” Judy chuckled. “So, you can either come with me, or Gavin’s sister and this entire human world will cease to exist.” My heart thudded violently against my chest as I made eye contact with Jill. Tears were running down her cheeks, leaving mascara streaks in its place. Her body trembled and I could see the pleading in her eyes.

Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear. Instead, the material should be stretchable enough to endure a demon slayer’s swift moves. When my grand teacher, my mother’s teacher, was alive, he had identified me as a future Slayer. On the other hand, he had looked into my future and revealed that I had a rough destiny, possibly even harsher than my mother’s. Every demon-slayer had a destined one and a war partner. If I could find my partner, then I might avoid any possible misfortune.