Rockstar Slash Novels & Stories

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

The sound of laughter cut through the clank of glasses and the crush of peanut shells under foot, mingling with the crooning sound of music sung in a Slovak language she didn’t speak as Jo tried not to breathe in the smoky air. Crossing the bar wasn’t as difficult this time since this establishment wasn’t as crowded as the one she’d first met Ryker in, and the lights were up, perhaps in an attempt to allow patrons to spot pointy teeth before they became a problem. Or maybe it was the fact that this tavern was attached to a hotel, unlike the seedy back alley haunt Ryker normally played cards in. Either way, she wasn’t impressed with his ability to pick watering holes and would’ve just as soon

he asked, his eyes on my hands, where arcs of lightning were beginning to dance between my fingers. I offered him a fierce, sharp grin. “I’m going to give that hungry stone a taste of something it can’t digest.” I stepped out from behind the tree. “Hey, rock!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the dead air. “Over here!” The rider’s head snapped towards me. The tarnished silver of its eyes seemed to deepen. It took a step away from the stone. “Now, Silas!” The bubble of static popped. In its place, Silas unleashed a single, shrieking chord of pure auditory violence—the sound of breaking glass, screaming metal, and a dying star. It was physically painful.

Back in Assura, I only heard the painful cries of our people but this--- this scene in front of me is something I refer to as a nightmare. I heard Nereza's intense growl and she's facing three rogues all alone. I saw how she lash at them and bit their limbs. One rogue is down and two are left so I took the chance to fire the weapon I am holding. With deep breaths and determination, I let go of the silver arrow. I did it! I hit the rogue! I heard his painful wail and I saw how he slowly crumbled to the ground. Nereza took down the last one and I nod in relief.

A fist smashed into my ribs, another across my jaw. “Keep quiet or I’ll replace the soap with my feet,” the big one spat before shoving me to the ground. Laughter echoed as they scattered, leaving me gasping for breath, pain radiating through every bone. The world whirled around me, black blotches at the edge of my vision. My body fell and I was slammed with darkness. ⸻ Marcus's grin when I came to. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming, if some blow to the head had fantasized up the last thing I wanted to see. But no—the smug curl of his lip was too vicious, too deliberate.

Something that actually reflects where I’m at now, messy, a little angry, and trying like hell not to drown in it. “Alright,” I say, tapping the side of my glass. “Let’s see what we can build from that.” The song continues pulsing through the house, sharp and unapologetic. Something electric threads through the beat that immediately stands out. Lauren’s eyes are lit up, the kind of spark I haven’t seen from her since we were skating together last. She leans closer, excitement bubbling over as she starts moving subtly to the rhythm.

"I love you so much. I can't lose you, Aito. Please, let me in and let's talk okay? I promise I'll tell you everything." "You should have done that when you had the chance!" he shouted. "I don't want to talk to you! Go away!" He aggressively got off the bed and opened his wardrobe, taking out an mp3 player. He connected the Bluetooth to his phone and opened Spotify. Aito wasn't really a fan of heavy metal music or rock but he felt it was the only thing that could drown out Ryu's voice. He really didn't want to talk to him. He tapped on some random playlist and loud music filled the room, drowning out Ryu's voice.

“You actually scheduled your concerts so he could do this?!” Derek and Ryan both nodded in resignation. “Please, Kaitlyn,” Killian said, putting his free hand – the one not fingering chords on the guitar – on my arm. “It’ll be grand. It’ll be like… Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas.” He paused upon seeing my alarmed expression. “Except in Joshua Tree,” he added hastily. “And no fear, no loathing. Just… love. And enlightenment.” “And a shitload of shrooms,” Derek chimed in.