Slime Slayer: From Zero To Black Steel King Novels & Stories

Her windpipe was compressed under the Barzil-steel grip of the First King. Her face was turning a shade of mottled purple. Her pupils were dilated, swallowing the violet of her irises. The Black Fire wreathing Nergal wasn't just a visual distortion; it was an extraction process. I felt the silver light being siphoned from her veins, leaving her skin a translucent, necrotic grey. "Drop her!" I roared. The sound tore through my vocal cords, leaving my throat raw and bleeding. I didn't calculate a strategy. My muscles moved on a primal, reflexive loop. I reached for the warhammer on my back. The iron was cold, sucking the heat from my palms. It was a heavy, unpolished slab of scrap metal.

he snarled as he reached into his coat with his uninjured arm and then, he pulled out something…black, metallic, small and had a sharp edge. Then, he flicked his wrist and tossed it towards me, clattering against my chest before landing right into my laps. I stared at it. I picked it up with shaking fingers. The metal cut my skin, sharp enough to make me bleed. Silver letters shone in the bright light: ZAURIK THORN. Lycan king of the Deadlands. One Year. One Rule. My heart beat fast like a trapped bird. “Why me?” I whispered. He moved closer, heat coming off him, shadows growing with his movement until they covered mine. He leaned down, his breath felt hot on my ear. “Because you smell like

Vaelreth seemed almost pleased. “And yet you do it without hesitation.” “Yes.” “Why?” Adrian exhaled slowly. “Because hesitation gets people killed.” The king’s eyes sharpened. “People?” Adrian realized the mistake too late. But the king didn’t push. Instead he said quietly, “You were a hunter before you came here.” “Yes.” “You killed demons.” “Yes.” Vaelreth tilted his head slightly. “And now you kill demons for me.” “That’s the job.” A faint laugh escaped the king.

The flat of Silas’s blade crushed skulls completely flat, green fluid splattering against his armored chestplate. Behind him, Beta Torin’s shield wall held a solid barricade of black steel and muscle. Torin used the blunt back of his double-bladed axe like a colossal sledgehammer, systematically shattering any abomination that slipped past the King’s blade. But it was a meat grinder, and the dead held an infinite supply of meat.

Nevertheless, Brixton pushed through the paper on my hand out of his slipping patience. I opened the parchment as my eyes widened on it. It was big, and a lot of written words in modern English were on it, including the rules and regulations in this kingdom along with his own rules. The parchment says I am now his slave, one who will do everything for him, and an instrument to bear a child for him. "B-Bear a c-child?" I mumbled in astonishment. "Yes," he answered directly. "I am the successor. If no one would present themselves to be my queen, then you will step up and bear one. You ought to give me an heir, as that is one of your duties to be my slave."

luci ordered and with that Lucas took Draco and they both vanished to earth. “Now it's just me and you,” Luci smirked and looked dead at Zeus. “Your bloodlust? Haha, you couldn't defeat me before, so what made you think you can now?” Zeus grinned off. “Well that was so foolish of me, but I won't make such a mistake again” luci replied, and suddenly, his eyes began to blaze black. He reeked of death himself. There was this bloodlust that emanated from him that made the realm begin to boil like a volcano.

She saw a slime monster plushy in a store and it looked so cute she couldn't resist the urge to buy it. Now what she sees in front of her at the moment was completely different. It was as if they were a pack of vicious beasts hungry for flesh. Kyla took out her sword, she came prepared. She stood in front of Amy, who was lying on the ground, the result of Kyla's strong hands shoving her away from the lake. Amy tried to use her only skill on the slimes. And it worked. [HYDRO SLIME] Rank: Common HP: 80 DEF:10 ATK:15

A man they don't realise is ready to die for me. And Quade Steele, the Lycan King. A man as dangerously powerful as he is handsome, offers me his partnership. I know he has his own agenda, but what is it? I'll pay any price for revenge because I am the very storm that will destroy them all. I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's bitch.

he growled ferociously as he lashed me furiously but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction and even though my whole body was wreaked with pain, I bit down on my lower lip till tasted blood instead of screaming. "So you'll rather bite your lips than scream for me? Then beg me?" the lashes turned more venomous and I could feel consciousness slipping away from my body. "Very well then, we'll be here all day," he thundered, and just when I thought the lashes couldn't turn more brutal, he increased the tempo to the highest, and more pain exploded in my body till I couldn't feel anything again than the pain coursing through my veins. My consciousness was slipping more and more away from me

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