Baton Rouge Slayer Novels & Stories

Anxiously looking around for anything I could use to defend myself, I ultimately noticed how every single object in that bathroom was completely destroyed, that specific image making me realise how insanely strong he actually was, my legs shaking even harder as I could only imagine what he could to me with those two, bare hands. Carefully stepping in between the broken pieces, I then picked a relatively long piece of wood, like a scared child lowering myself in the nearest corner, defensively holding the makeshift bat in front of my body as I waited, hoping he would at least come back to his senses and turn back to how he used to be just a few days ago. Only that never happened. Instead, the

I know how to lose, but this feeling is crawling deeper into my chest every day, and it terrifies me. A sharp knock suddenly echoes through the apartment. My eyes snap open instantly. Caroline stirs sleepily against me. “Mmph.” My wolf rises immediately. I slip carefully out of bed without waking her fully and grab a pair of pants from the floor. The second I open the apartment door, Slade storms inside looking murderous. Something cold settles heavily in my stomach. “What happened?” I ask instantly. “Rogue attack.” Every muscle in my body tightens. “Where?” “Hell’s Kitchen border,” Slade answers sharply. “Three dead already.”

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

Larger ones. Someone was here. But there was not any scent, either. What type of creature was it? A werewolf or something else? Once again positioning my stick, I walked. Out of nowhere, something touched my waist and I spun, striking my attacker in the ribs and he staggered backwards, caught off guard. Quickly unsheathing my sword, I readied my stance and eyed the attacker. The darkness was an advantage for him to hide most of his features but his hair, eyes and huge physique were still prominent.

“I’ve missed tracking people, give me the details, and I'll get right on it.” “Josline Thibodeaux is her maiden name. She now goes by Rochester, her husband has one child with her, a girl named Sadie, and a bastard from before they ma… wed, Reilly Lancaster. Give me everything you can find. I’ll give you 24 hours.” “I’m on it,” Zoey’s voice echoed through the phone, I sighed leaning into Beau, my eyes trained on Wyatt.