Rockstar Slash Novels & Stories

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

His movements were savage, unrestrained, and ruled by raw fury. SLASH! The first lash cut through the air with a cruel hiss before it cracked across my back. The pain came instantly, searing and white-hot. It tore through skin and muscle, igniting nerves as if a fire had been lit beneath my flesh. My body shuddered with the impact, my knees threatening to give out. Yet, I refused to fall. My teeth ground together, and I kept silent. SLASH!! Then came the second strike. The sound echoed a wicked slash that reverberated through the open courtyard.

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

I pushed them all and looked in their eyes. They again lunged for me and I slashed their flesh with my swords, spinning on my heels. They all moved away looking for any flaw in my movements while I showed them some tricks, twirling swords above my head, at my front and back. I was aiming for a man's leg after kicking in his ribs when hot stinging pain shot through my right hip. Blood was oozing out of the wound and the gash was so deep that it couldn't heal in seconds, it would take some time.

Charlotte snapped at Jayson. "Oh. How rude of me. Jayson Stone," he replied sarcastically. He held his hand for her to take but she simply looked at it in disgust and pushed it away from her. "Well, Jayson Stone, I don't care who I have messed with. You won't do anything to me," Charlotte chuckled.

"I didn't disappear. I changed." Marcus’ lips curved into a half-smile. “I’m glad to see the fire’s still there. But you’ll need more than fire now. Sinclair is preparing something big. He’s cleaning house at Sinclair Holdings. Replacing old names with new. Yours came up in a board meeting last week.” “He’s still obsessed,” Natalie murmured. “He wants control over the narrative. Over me.” Marcus nodded. "Exactly. He doesn't wish to simply kill you. He needs to make sure you never rise again. That is why you have to go back."

“I’m more than okay. And it’s time.” A couple whoops. Some fists punched the air. “In three days we ride for Blackfang,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was trying to climb out my throat. “We make them pay for every scar they gave me. Every tear. Every drop of blood. They threw me out like trash. Now I’m coming back with fire.” The roar that went up shook the stones under my feet. “Lyra! Lyra! Lyra! Lyra!” They screamed my name till their voices cracked. Fists pounding chests. Wolves howling. Kids jumping up and down.

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

Dustin’s adoption of Navy’s new nickname for his friend drove the point home. “You have never let anything stand in the way of anything you’ve ever wanted, bro! You wanted to open a nightclub? You did! You wanted to open twenty? You did! You wanted hotels? There you go! Navy went out on a limb to be with you, and she got burned,” Dustin said, getting in Victor’s face. “Fight for her.” Victor brought his fingertips to his eyes and rubbed them. “She’s gone,” he sighed. “It’s too late.”

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.