Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

I felt like a damn 007 martini; shaken, not stirred. "It's the Sluagh," Tiernan's voice shook just a little. "They sent the damn Sluagh after us!" "What?!" I screamed; cringing away from the windows. "What? Not so excited about the fight anymore?" He growled. "Shut up, you asshole!" I shouted. "It's the fucking Sluagh!"

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

That and Sloane has pleaded on his behalf. Now, all I want to do is fuck everything over. “Pull the damn plug,” I whispered, my tone dark as I stared at my girl. They’ll fucking burn at my damn feet. “Yes, boss,” Cassian whispered, whistling slowly as he stood beside me. They all did, offering wordless support to me. They were my brothers. The tattoo on my back burned fresh like I’d made it yesterday. ‘Ad Inferos Una" (Together into hell) “Watch over her,” I whispered, turning to Cassian. He nodded, and I took one last glance at Sloane before I walked out, ready to slay all of them.

I felt a sharp pain after he slapped me. He cackled sadistically, “You’re all bark, but you can’t bite.” The grin on my face didn’t fade, “Are you talking about yourself? You’re lucky you saw me in this state, or I would have already turned all of you into ashes.” I looked at him from head to foot, “I bet I could still beat you if you’re alone. You coward blood-sucking freak!” Another slap. I tasted blood in my mouth. My lip and cheek had a cut, and it wasn’t healing like it was supposed to.

"You and I are already done, Zach. Besides, would you even believe me if I told you I didn't hit her?" Zach scoffed at this. "How is that possible? Are you saying Thalia slapped herself to frame you? I've never heard anything more ludicrous! She's such a kind person! How can you even suggest something so outrageous? You're a sick, brother-loving wretch, and you don't even hold a candle up to her!" A wretch? My blood had gone cold. Who would have thought that the only time I had ever been called a slur, would be from the mouth of Zach Lawson?

I slurred. “Be careful around him,he can kill you. Yet no one would dare to confront him.“ I gawped, laughing helplessly like my lungs will displaced. “Kill who?" I scorned. Right at the moment I couldn't define what was wrong with me. If I was overexcited or just weird. I was smiling, anytime at the mention of his name. “You of course…” she couldn't pronounce the rest of her words,as she slurred. “You mean that jerk will kill me? Joke of the highest time. I'm too rare to be touched by him.“

Multiple ammo came out with one shot banging through trees and leaves like walls, streams of endless bullets brightened the area and loud roars could be heard as they screamed in pain and distress. SLASH! He weaved as he felt a disturbed in the wind behind, he swirled into the air performing a swift backflip and landed behind the intruder. His head dropped, his goggle flashing to the darkness might. The Vampire turned at him, his nails extremely long and sharp. He dashed forward and slashed downward but Rapidfire bounced into the air acrobatically landing as stealth as a ghost on his feet, then launched forward like an arrow. He jerked an uppercut at his torso which send the latter sliding b

" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the face without hesitation. No one had anticipated me lashing out so suddenly. The entire room froze in stunned silence. "Magnolia, are you insane?" someone shouted. "The Saccone family took care of you for so many years, and now you dare to hit your own father?" At that moment, a cold, aged voice rang out from the doorway. "If he can mistake his own biological daughter for someone else, I'd say she didn't hit him hard enough!"

and another person tries to high-five me, but I miss because my limbs are still catching up. I turn to Slade, eyes wide. “Why are they cheering?! I nearly died!” “They liked it,” he replies with a shrug. “But I didn’t!” “You smiled while murdering everyone in the track.” “No, that was fear. Fear makes me smile.” He tilts his head. “Cute coping mechanism.” “Oh, shut up, Slade. Wait, did we actually—” I glance toward the track as if expecting someone official to confirm it was all a joke.

I said with a sly smirk. He was startled to see me. “No time for long talks, this would teach you to be more careful with whom you deal with,” I added. “Who are y-” "Fulmen eximius, mortalis ictus, vanios te!" (Exceptional lightning, deadly strike, Vanish!)