Slayers Special Novels Novels & Stories

I reach an entrance that has a sign, No Entry Luckily it didn't require a password or a scanner, I push the door open and step into the room, there were many stores of glass containers, and each held people hooked to IV tubes. 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 spee

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

He stammered. “I do not make my pack warriors to be foolish.” With my claws that were out, I slit his throat and then plunge them over his chest. “And I’ll do more when I find out who is playing pranks with me!” I yelled at them. Kill the enemy! That was a shitty write-up from my pack members. The enemy was the werewolf, Viola is the only wolf in the Lycan Pack.

Through the sunlight, I tried my best to make out where I could find an exit. Like most shady auction houses back home, VIP guests were placed in compartments that had a full glass window meant for viewing. From what I had seen so far, there was no exit. “The third omega is one of the rarest kinds we've ever seen in the world.” The auctioneer said, the spotlight moving from the two other girls and pointing directly at me. I flinched, pressing my eyes close to protect them from the harsh light. “Throughout history, we know that there was a special type of werewolf capable of mass killing and instant healing. They are known as Moon hybrid's, and this young lady right here is the last of her ki

Liora held the burning journal close and whispered a single word into the chaos, unsure if it was hers or Serelai’s: “Help.” The Blood Moon answered. The journal’s light burst out in a bright wave. Wolves yelped and scattered, hunters covered their eyes, even Ash and Kael stumbled back from her. When the light faded, the chapel was still and quiet, filled with horror. Every ash pile on the floor was gone. In their place stood faint glowing shapes, stone-gray, eyes like crystals. The statues they had faced before, now risen again, called by her blood. Liora’s scream caught in her throat.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

She angled the book on the table so that I could read, too, and put her finger along the lines. "According to the legends of exiled, around 900 years ago. There was a supernatural race, unbeknown to the current races, which held animosity towards the werewolves. Blinded by the hatred they had killed the then princess of werewolves hence, the wolves declared war." I just nodded along.

Alisha and Blaren breathed heavily on the edge of the boulder. They were exhausted and people did not stop arriving. After the door was opened, none of those present expected that they had left the cage, so the surprise factor was definitive in order to gain some ground. Both were with the fur covered in blood from their attackers and their jaws ached even more from the effort of attacking their necks. For Alisha, who had never killed someone or that she had any idea that was repulsive at first but it was either that or letting herself be caught.