Novel & Cerita Slayers Novels

Princess Yeri. I shudder on the long line of my people whom have been captured by Alpha King Ozar, the one rumoured to be the breathing dragon, a wolf whose bite is deadly and akin to a scorching heat that can only be found in a dragon’s breath. I bow my head, looking from one place to another, gazing at the gammas of the kingdom of Orizon who are turning my people into slaves after the war has been won. I gasp, tears trailing from my face and my hands clutching the cloak against my head.

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

I owe it to you to make you powerful. My mind fractured. Images and symbols I didn’t recognize flashed in my head—ancient and very old. And then— Darkness. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I was in a realm where fire fell from the sky and darkness, pain, and suffering reigned. This is going to be your world soon, Saraphina. Chains of flames clasped around me, and they burned. I cried out in pain—and I was back to reality again. It wasn’t really, but it felt so real. Too real. Was it all in my head, or was I actually there? I wasn’t sure.

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

We looked further and I closed my eyes momentarily, this was horrible, the hunters in these containers were large, pale and others disfigured. "Bring the scientist," I tell Jake. The doctor was trembling. "What are these?" I ask, sternly. "Well, these are humans with special blood in their veins," "We know," I murmur. Slayers were humans who were made by witches in the 18th century to destroy their mutual enemies, shifters. They were strong and moved at incredible speed. For some time, they almost conquered but the moon goddess stepped in to save her people. I turn around to face Amos,

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.

In contrast, in the soul mounds of the Blood Slaughter Guild members killed by the Moonshadow Guild, there were also quite a few ordinary-grade items. In short, the Blood Slaughter Guild's actions this time were truly a loss in every aspect. "Master Sebastian, thank you so much for this time." After the battle, Lisa and the female mage walked up to Sebastian to express their gratitude. Sebastian waved his hand, responding earnestly, "No need to thank me. I originally had no intention of helping you. It's just that they provoked me first, and I was forced to fight back." Lisa smiled wryly, thinking that this didn't sound like something a person would say.

He replied back to her. Tony laid on the floor with the dagger deep in his chest, his skin was white and veins covered his skin but, no attention was placed on his because they all thought he had been put down by the dagger but, the sapphire witch had something to say about that. While the other were busy discussing the way forward on what to do and Hayley had left the house for safer grounds, the dagger began to melt slowly and they didn’t notice. Alan and Regina decided to study the pages more,

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)