Slash Daughter Novels & Stories

It hit harder than the first. I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped out of the class and went straight to the library. My chest felt heavy. I slumped into a corner and let it all out. Tears poured freely. I didn’t even care who saw me. “Crying doesn’t suit Queen Olivia of the Most High,” a voice teased from the aisle. It was Davis. Still wiping my face, I said, “Neither does poking into other people’s business suit you.” I stood up. “Are you everywhere?”

All she could feel for the past minutes is slashes upon slashes across her body. First on her left cheek then arm and more across her chest and stomach. Beth was a screaming mess as the man continued to slice away without mercy. If she thought Asher was worst, then she was finally realizing how wrong she had been. The new man who claims to be Asher's brother is hell in itself as he stood with a satisfied grin on his face while his claws drill more cut into her already mutilated flesh.

The moment it slashes her, Shiloh’s face twists in pain, and she crumbles, but not before getting her claws to meet the skin on my arm. Shiloh hits the ground, and I quickly turn around. I take a few steps toward her and drop to my knee. Shiloh raises her clawed hand, ready to come at me again. I quickly push the dagger into her stomach and twist it. Shiloh’s clawed hand drops, and her free hand grasps her stomach. I let go of the handle and push myself away. Shiloh reaches for the handle in an attempt to pull the dagger out. It doesn’t matter what she does, though. It’s the same silver, wolfbane-laced dagger that Geoffroy used on Houston. “Please… hhhheee….” Blood falls from her mouth as sh

I fall into my stance—falling low, on all fours as I tighten the muscles in my thighs. Come on Ash. Just a little more. “I forfeit!” He roars weakly in my mind. The hand comes down upon him and I launch myself, shattering my seat behind me. With blinding speed, I reach them in the center—pushing Ash out of the path of the slash that would have killed him. But not fast enough to avoid the slash myself. At least not entirely. His claws cut through my clothes and into my skin in a straight line, reaching my spine and splitting the bone in two.

It was obvious that if Souichiro wanted it, these women would be willing to spend the night with him. Souichiro felt himself getting excited when he saw the women becoming mad for him. He wished he could kill Harvey in an instant and enjoy the best time in his life. Soichiro didn't want to waste his breath anymore. He slashed with the Demonbane, and there was another flash. So fast! So brutal! So powerful! Everyone started to cheer for him. "Zephyr Slash!" Souichiro immediately used one of the lethal techniques from Shindan Way before running ahead.

Yule slashed the scythe across Killian’s eyes. “AHHHH!” Killian cried out, holding his eyes as blood streamed from between his fingers. “This is for my mother!” Yule slashed the scythe across Killian’s knees, making him fall to the ground, groaning in pain. “This is for destroying my family!” Yule yelled, slashing at Killian’s neck. Killian blocked the attack with his arm. His arm was cut off instead of his neck. Hecate gave the last blow and pierced the sword through Killian’s throat.

Sandra’s expression turned worrying again and I wondered what she was about to say this time. “Baby, it’s not about you being smart. I am not trying to patronize you in any way, but Seattle is nothing like Youngstown. There are terrible people here—I have scars to prove that—and they would stop at nothing to take advantage of others. You’re beautiful, so please be careful. I am happy nothing bad happened, but make sure that you don’t repeat the same mistake. Please.” “I’ve heard you babe. Thank you.” I was happy and grateful that she was looking out for me, even though it was useless because for the next few months, I was going to be alone with a guy who looked like he would devour me if I j

Shiva also questioned. "Oh! Calm down, both of you. Your ex-mate!" She glanced at Shiva, making her uncomfortable. Mentioning that they had once a shared relationship, even if that was just short, made me feel uneasy. "Slash your unrequited love!" Then she shifted her annoyed gaze at me. "He's not my unrequited love!" I immediately and defensively exclaimed. "Oh! Don't deny it. You had s*x with him while you were mated to that fake Delmar!"

A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from his chest, causing fresh tears of absolute terror to spill over my tightly closed eyelids. "Let me go..." I whimpered, my voice entirely devoid of strength. He suddenly erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that sent a violent shiver of dread straight down my spine. With a sudden, aggressive motion, he shoved my face away, releasing his grip on my jaw. But before I could even draw a breath, the heavy palm of his hand came crashing violently against my cheek. The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt.

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.