Baton Rouge Slayer Novels & Stories

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

I managed to dodged the attack and pulled back “Come everyone let’s see the Luna fight” she says as she throws another attack at me again. I was fast but not fast enough, she kicked me in my abdomen which sent me flying backwards. “You are weak, I’m glad you were rejected. Sliver law doesn’t need a clown as a Luna” she says as she walks towards me. I got up, trying to resist defeat “I’m guessing you still need more beating for you to surrender” she says to me. I spat out blood and looked at her.

I’m having breakfast with Nadia and her mom. Nadia is beaming, and I’m happy that she has found her mom. I hope to help them find her father, but if he had let anyone know about his lycan heritage, he would have been killed. The chances that he survived are slim. Male rogue slaves tend to be killed within the first few years of servitude for one reason or another. They are assigned hard and tedious work. They are often used as training dummies for the warriors of the pack and sustain severe injuries.

Scott hit her with his blue light from across the highway and sprinted in her direction. Jo’s eyes widened as Cassidy threw her shield. It was a split second too late for Mila, but it kept the bullet aimed at Brandon from hitting its mark. Cassidy picked the male Vampire up and tossed him against the concrete wall of the overpass. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would knock him out. Two more emerged from the bus right after him. This time, her team was ready. Despite how quickly they were moving, they opened fire. Jo hit a man a good foot shorter than the first squarely in the chest. If he’d been a human, a Vampire, or even a Guardian, it should’ve ended him.

I felt for the blade strapped on my waist and grabbed it by the hilt. The door of my office-slash-house remained closed. The darkness inside of it was visible through the frosted square glass with the sticker “SCARLETMARK,” and underneath it, my name: Ruby Carnelian. Working as a bounty hunter, I could never be sure what was waiting for me whenever I got home from a job. If that was the case, this would not be the first time. I mean, if you’re out most days chasing supernatural creatures and devious humans, one of them—or someone who knows them—was bound to get some revenge on me of some sort. My fingers tightened on the hilt. It never hurt to be sure.

I’m the one they’ll react to. I picture the civilians walking past, kids on bikes, couples holding hands, old ladies with groceries. They don’t know it yet, but they’re on a battlefield they didn’t sign up for. They’re part of the scenery now, a map of human terrain I’ve already claimed. And they’ll stay unaware until the moment I want them to feel it, until I want them to panic. Carter slides into the passenger seat again, whispering like the weight of the city might hear him. “Boss, the net is set. They’re moving patterns, trying to test routines. Should we push more forward?”

"But I have to tell you something." I watched as Hunt started walking around the room. "There's been attacks recently. It's the rogues. They're moving in closer to the camp and to the town. They're getting bolder." "Can they harm us?" I asked and Hunt didn't reply right away. "Scott and I found another body yesterday." "Another?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice. "There's been four before you arrived. That is why we were so cautious when we found you around the camp."

I asked. When I got out of Alister Kaine’s lab, the word of the rogue slayer rang through the shifter world. He was the first in history to have killed ten thousand rogues. He was a rogue killing machine, and every shifter was grateful for his efforts, until three years ago. He vanished into thin air, and no one has heard new tales of the rogue slayer since. Declan’s silence was a positive response. Maybe it was because of his mom. He wanted to take revenge for the rogue siege that killed his mom, but what Declan said next held me speechless.

Their smelling ability was created this way. Her body stilled in his arms when her blue eyes fell on the slightly bleeding woman there. Her expensive gown was filled with dust and blood. Her long black hair was covering her face but from her figure portion, Fleur knew who it was. Sicilia. She flinched when a giant muscular man walked near her chained frame with a razor bat in his hand. The bat wasn't made of wood. It was steel and there were sharp razors attached to it. She gasped out bolstering her grip over his mantel witnessing the man swinging the bat and hardly smashing it against her already bleeding back.