Slag Am Novels & Stories

She saw a slime monster plushy in a store and it looked so cute she couldn't resist the urge to buy it. Now what she sees in front of her at the moment was completely different. It was as if they were a pack of vicious beasts hungry for flesh. Kyla took out her sword, she came prepared. She stood in front of Amy, who was lying on the ground, the result of Kyla's strong hands shoving her away from the lake. Amy tried to use her only skill on the slimes. And it worked. [HYDRO SLIME] Rank: Common HP: 80 DEF:10 ATK:15

Barbie shook her head in disagreement. “You expect me to believe that Derek Stygian kidnapped you?” “Yes!” “The Derek Stygian?” Lewis threw his hands in the air. “YES!” Barbie laughed again. “Lewis, please.” “What?” “Derek Stygian is one of the richest men in the city.” “I know!” “He owns businesses, clubs, companies…” “I KNOW!” Barbie looked him up and down. “And you think someone like that would kidnap you?” Lewis stared at her. “Yes!”

Hale stated, his resolve firm. "Make sure they know what’s at stake, Alpha Hale. My pack doesn’t tolerate any weakness," I warned, my gaze unflinching. "Understood," Hale replied, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes as the call ended. I leaned back, a grim satisfaction settling over me. Slivercrest pack were now part of the game.

Cadogen heaved himself onto his feet. “You are such a brute.” This time Cadogen dodged the blow that came at him. Daire stumbled catching himself before he hit the ground. “Look you barbarian. Do you want to know about Soul-Ties and humans or not?” Daire stopped his attack. “What do you know about it?” Daire’s voice came out like ice.

"They contain heavily pulverized, unrefined Aether-slag. A byproduct of the deep mines. It is highly volatile, extremely toxic, and when mixed with the kinetic friction of the loading chutes..." Tristan looked at the monitor. The chutes for all eight silos were linked. He had opened all of them. "...it serves as a rather efficient incendiary device. I have written off the Vanguard Depot as an acceptable loss in order to balance the ledger. Goodbye, Tristan." The hologram vanished. "The dust," Saoirse realized, her face turning pale. "The Aether-slag is mixing with the grain dust in the lower chutes." "It’s a giant bomb," Vane swore, backing away from the console.

“Marriage is a liability I cannot afford. I will seal my position as Capo by slashing the throats of anyone who speaks against me. Not by some fucking marriage. It is never going to happen. Not today ,not tomorrow,not ever, Don Silver. Using his name caught his attention and I wished it hadn’t. His eyes shot up. I saw the split second of anger on his face before the schooled mask of calm slipped back on. “ At the expense of you seat as Capo?”, he asked in a dangerously low voice. A sharp intake of breath escaped from my lips in surprise. “ You will not-“ “You don’t get to tell me what I will and will not do Kian DaSilver.You will listen and listen good.!”

I asked tentatively. “Uhm, I’m not…” I face palmed. “Look he obviously knows a lot about you okay? So I just rushed in here! He has this way about him” “Silver hair and Amber eyes” I just deadpanned “What?” She asked, probably because she didn’t hear me. “He has silver hair and Amber eyes, doesn’t he?” I asked louder this time. “Yes”, Mela perked up at that. I just sighed, “I’m not going”

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

Fred said, helping her to her feet. “I don’t suppose being allergic to silver as a human wouldn’t have helped.” She always had a severe reaction to silver jewelry and always had to go for gold or not bother at all. “As a wolf that pain would be magnified,” Fred said. “I guess.” The silver fucking hurt. She watched Jane being led away and started struggling within Fred’s arms. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?” “We have a deal. I keep my word.” “You’ve just slaughtered my entire pack. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“Please what’s the difference between a taint and a sliver?” “A taint is a residual imprint left by a vampire's presence, and is often used for tracking purposes. A sliver, on the other hand, is a physical fragment of a vampire's essence, capable of amplifying their powers or serving as a conduit for communication.” Caitlin answered, empathetic toward the man whose dreams might never remain the same.