Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

“Ahh!“ I shouted as I had no idea what I was even doing. Slashing it in every direction, I am desperate to kill any that might charge into me. ”Ahhhh!!!“ And there for some reason, I can feel a heavy gaze on my back ”Die!!“ Shouting at the top of my lungs, I fly on the other side of the wall as a big creature swings his arm to me. That, makes me lose my head for a moment. ”Arg…“ Coughing, I can taste my blood mixing with my saliva. Funny, before.. I was doing all means to die but… now that death is the one that chasing me… I was being desperate to escape…

he ordered to their surprise. " Ah ah bros, make we do this thing together na, which one be go come, oga fasting go soon reach here, " he protested, blending in getto slangs like the hooligan he was. " You'll get your turn, go out, and keep your eyes open for anything suspicious, just in case her screams attract any attention, and she will scream, " he said as he locked eyes with her, " very ...much...so " . * * *

Muted giggles, loud cackles, and then the cruel comments like knives: “She really thought no one would find out.” “Slut.” “She’s so desperate she’ll even go for her own best friend.” I stop at my locker, hoping I can just grab my books and vanish. But the word SLUT is sprayed across it in jagged black letters, the paint still fresh. My breath catches in my throat, and my vision blurs as panic surges through me. My heart is a jackhammer, pounding against my ribs. Fuck. I want to scream. I want to run. So I do.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

"I came here prepared. I already gave her an hint that I might be leaving her soon . I already said goodbye to my friends, so it's fine, and... Slash!! Slash! Slash!! He didn't let her finish. He slashed and gored her to death. It was the sound of a sword-- The sword that hadn't been anywhere there, some seconds ago. I looked closely and realized it was no sword-- it was his claws and teeth. Blood flowed on the desk, floor and splashed onto his face. He gored her three times. He did it so easily that I wondered how many people he had killed in the past. Everywhere was bloody. There in the corner they both had had sex barely five minutes ago, he dug a hole, put her body in the sack and dumped

the pack doctor advised awkwardly but Slade hardly ever listened to anyone. “Can someone tell me where the fuck she is. What’s the situation of the pack and that motherfucker that had a gun to my mate’s head,” he growled. When he didn’t get an immediate answer, he pulled the needle out of his veins roughly “I’ll kill you if you don’t start talking Marcel,” Asher growled. That wasn’t Slade’s voice, his beast was taking control.

A part of me wanted to stop but another part of me whispered 'Melody, keep it up, stand up to the bitch' "Did you just talk back?" She said taken aback. "Oh, what if I did, uh? Not so bold without your minions" I replied harshly. "You think not wearing you geek glasses will make you less nerd? You're just an idiot, you're just a slut, and also a murderer, the fucking murderer who killed her own fucking parent" Everyone made a surprised sound to show Natalie had a point and is already winning the argument but then... Paa... Yes, that was a slap and everyone was shocked by the sound they all produced.

. Ashford "What? Don't like hearing the truth from the mouth of some faggot? Or are you the only one that can say shit?" I spit out at him. Despite the glazed look I'm sure I'm giving him, and the fact that I think I might evaporate into the air if he doesn't let me get off, I'm enraged at him. Who does he think he is to call me slurs like it's nothing? Has he really learned nothing too?

Brody shouts echoed in the basement and I dropped the offending piece of meat. “One,” I said, wiggling my brows. “Fuck you, you fucking sicko. I am going to kill you, I can promise you that,” Brody thrasher violently against the chains when I slid my knife down. “How pathetic,” Achilles spoke up. “A dead man is making threats.” “Do you really think we would give you a chance to come back?” X mocked. “The next time we meet, we will all be burning I. Hell. You better pray Lyla is alive,” he finished.