C10 Slayer Novels & Stories

—Shit. The taste of my prey was not the same as hers, it tastes horrible. A familiar scent made me look south, as I got to where the familiar scent came from I was surprised to see Serena's father's car overturned, he was unconscious. I was on my way to his house, blood spreads on the ground and my instincts tell me to finish him off.

Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland. When Jade and I arrived, Damien Hunter was holding my sister's hand as he lay on the makeshift bed the clan had built. "I am willing to offer 10 thousand gold pieces to marry Briar Vale." Jade looked envious and whispered in my ear, "Briar is so lucky. This man..." "Is the crown prince of the Ice Wolf pack, the Northern Plains royal family," I interrupted. "How did you know?" Because in my previous life, I was the one who saved him.

"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."

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

Never once did I think my first time will be chained in a prison room, bent for a warden who hates me. I don't want it to be anyone else. The head breaches. Burns. Stretches “Ahh..” He paused, let's me adjust then pushes deeper. Slow at first then relentless. “Good boy.” Then he bottoms out, every nerve of mine on fire. He pulls back and slams in. I cry out. Again skin slaps skin. He goes in harder, hands grip my hips. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. He slaps my ass. “What a tight ass

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

Leaving her on the bed, he went back to Suarez and tried to zip in his dick which had become erect. Seeing that Suarez whose hands were tied was now struggling to free himself, Shawn freed his mouth and said, "Tell me, Suarez, I'm aware that Christopher Stallion has houses scattered all over the country. Tell me where the ones he keeps his victims are located. I know you're the engineer who helped in building and designing them." Suarez scoffed, "You're both going to die." "Wrong answer," Shawn replied and shot his leg with a silencer. Suarez cried out in pain but Shawn covered his mouth.

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.