Slade Wilson Face Novels & Stories

It's like they want me to slip up about Jaxon. I won't, there's no way I would make things worse for Jaxon. He's going to have a hard time finding someone to skate with, so me throwing his name around won't help. I do need to ask if he has a plan, for this, for facing the press and answering their questions though.

“Don’t bother. It won’t matter anyway.” “It matters to me,” I say, stepping forward, only to be stopped when Scarlet and Slade stand shoulder to shoulder in front of Sloane. “You should leave,” Slade growls. He’s younger than I am, but his wolf is obviously not happy that his sister is upset. As a pure Alpha, his aura is stronger than most of the ranked members who are my age and he’s definitely stronger than any wolf his age. But he's not stronger than me. “I’m not going anywhere until I know that Sloane and Aisling are okay.”

Slade had never acted this way over a mere creature before. "Slade..." "Winter!" He growled. "Fúcking obey me for once!" I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I didn't argue further because I didn't think I could. Any more words that come out of my mouth might land me into trouble, and I believe Slade was trying to protect me. Yet, I was frightened. I was frightened the creature he wanted to face off wouldn't be coming alone. I had picked out up to three scents, which weren't the typical scent of a weak creature.

"My love, wake up". "Hmm?", I asked, my voice laced deeply with sleep. "They're almost here. The fights about to begin"... The words met my ears, but it took a while for my brain to fully understand what Grayson had just said. " "They're almost here" " ... My body shivered at the thought of Slade and his fighters coming to our home, wanting to tear up everything and everyone we loved. He wouldn't win, I would make damn sure of that.

This man, named Gavin, is pretty stupid to be the head of security in Dark Wolf. “Are you deaf-“ My words stuck in my throat when I hear the lock turn, and I resist the urge to back into a corner when Slade walks in. He’s wearing a deep frown, his hair in disarray all over his face, but what broke my heart was the fact that his eyes didn’t meet mine. He crossed the room to shake hands with Gavin, keeping a good distance between us, his eyes doing a deep sweep of the room and his lips narrowed in distaste.

The car dragged him for several meters before his grip failed and the momentum threw him violently onto the asphalt. "I'm not afraid to die! Eloise! Give it to me! I'll drink it!" In the rearview mirror, I watched him lie motionless on the ground, a broken, crumpled mess. I looked away. I was so tired. It was over. I asked my assistant in the front seat for the latest update. "Doctor, latest intel. Slade is liquidating all his fixed assets in North America." On the screen was a series of staggering financial transactions.

Thane was furry itself. Even with his size, he was fast. The two wolves shoved each other against the wall, breaking through it and destroying the once beautiful room. It was all a mix of fangs, claws, and red. Thane slashed again at Slade, and the wolf let out a loud cry before switching back to his human form. Slade backed up against the balcony. He was rather going to end the fights than lose to his own son. He jumped off the balcony. Slade hadn’t been prepared for a fight, but it was clear that he saw his son as a challenge.

A sudden, heavy silence fell over the room. I watched Rick’s face; he hesitated, shifting his weight from side to side as if he were carrying a secret too heavy to hold but too dangerous to drop. He looked at Slade with deep, professional apprehension. “Mr. Pierce… I think we need to talk,” Dr. Rick said, his voice laced with hesitation. Slade’s posture immediately stiffened. “Is this about Jacob?” “Yes, it is.” “I told you before, Rick. You should talk to Mrs. Beatrice about her husband. I have nothing to do with that family anymore,” Slade snapped, his voice turning to ice.

He was determined to make sure more witches died than werewolves. It was a pride thing. “Slade?” Slade turned his head and sniffed the air. It was Beta Brighton. “Is that you?” Beta Brighton asked. He was still a little delirious from his own personal ordeal. Brinsle stood, firmly fixed to his side. If she was afraid of Slade, she sure didn’t show it. Slade padded over to Beta Brighton and whimpered slightly. He bent his head down. Beta Brighton reached out and pet him.

His wolf was doing something that the rest of him was containing with every mechanism available to him. His eyes moved to mine for a second. Then back to Slade. The questions came from Damon. Precise and relentless. Delivered in the tone of someone who was not interested in the answers he was given, but in the quality of how they were given. Where had Slade come from? Who could verify his story? Why come now after all this time? Why present himself publicly rather than requesting a private meeting first. What other witnesses existed? Slade answered every one of them.