Slag Am Novels & Stories

You're just too stubborn to admit it. "I swear that I will cut off all contact with Eva and never hurt you again!"

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

As we walked further ahead, we arrived at their home. Many of the houses the serpent clan had left behind had been blown down by sandstorms, leaving only a few broken-down structures. In one courtyard, an old beastman with a broken leg was dragging himself around, stirring something in a pot. Nearby came the sharp, abusive voice of a beastwoman—the same withered one from before. The old beastman seemed fed up with listening to her. He grabbed a fire poker and swung it at her, and she fought back just as fiercely.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

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.!”