Slayers Novels Novels & Stories

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!"

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.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I heard you did the same to Camilla after her death. You really have a thing for throwing dead bodies into mass graves, don't you? It's something you haven't changed even after two lifetimes!" "Gigi, you… you've been reborn, too?" he asked shakily. "I should've seen you for what you were in my past life, Maurice—a worthless piece of trash," I snarled. Maurice's strength left him when he learned I'd also been reborn. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

she replied and moved the kitchen blade she had with her the whole while. She steady her grip on it and smirked silently as she knew that was the perfect time. Although her story was true, but she wanted power. She was hungry for power. She slowly raised her face and took her gaze to him but a sharp blade was thrown to her forehead and down it went forcefully to her bottom, slicing her into halves. Elijah's face was splashed with her blood and the two halves of her body fell at opposite sides. Elijah, not fazed by the grisly scene, took his eyes to his cold, ruthless brother, Alexander.

I asked and lowered my gaze to the floor to stare at the tiled floor of this diner, being outside a little past midnight wasn't unusual for me, this was my happy hour, it was the time the calm of the night sweep over me and I get washed over by the gentle breeze. It was also the time, I think of my parent the most, of that horrible event that led to their murder, how a rival pack of wolves called the Shadowhunters pack attacked our pack, killing a lot of wolves, it wasn't an attack, it was a genocide. Only a few of us made it out alive. It was that moment that changed my life. "Yes for you, I have searched for years, seen you in my dreams, and became miserable at the arms of fate which never

I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for. I had seen marks before of Omega marks, Beta marks, and even a few Gamma ones. Cute little bite marks with some glowing patterns or sometimes a little shimmer. But mine? Oh no. Mine looked like it crawled straight out of a dark prophecy. Of course. Because why would my life ever be normal? I was, after all, a human slave with the shittiest luck in the whole damn world and now mated to the so-called Cursed Prince. Layla was no normal being! I smirked to myself.

"She twists words like a snake. But I have not forgotten what she is. A slave. A bastard. A wolf-less thing that does not belong here." Lyra felt the insult land, but she did not react. She kept her face still, her voice steady. "You are right. I was a slave. I was a bastard. And I was told I was wolf-less." She paused. "But I am none of those things now. And I will not let you use my past to destroy my future." The council members exchanged glances. Aldric stepped forward, his grey beard and polished steel eyes fixed on Lyra. "The rogues," he said. "What information did they bring?"

Jo backed up down the hallway, assuming Zane would be the one to throw the grenade, but before she made it more than a few steps, all of the other doors along the hallway opened up simultaneously, hitting the walls with a force to make the hall vibrate. “Shit,” Jo muttered, knowing exactly what this was. Out of the rooms poured an army of Vampires and Assassin Hunters, armed and coming at both of them. They were grossly outnumbered and beyond trapped. All she could do was start shooting. Jo opened fire on the group closest to her as the Vampires attempted to shoot at her, but she was moving too quickly for them to aim. Besides the bullets flowing from her gun, her feet were flying as well. S