Slash Daughter Novels & Stories

Keena rips the wolf’s throat out, feeling the hot taste of blood in our mouth. I feel a wolf coming up behind me and I turn, slashing our claws down its side and across its neck. Before I can finish it off I feel another wolf coming up behind me and I spin quickly, leaping on top of it and biting down on it’s spine, feeling it snap in between our teeth.

A quick dab to her side and she staggered slightly. I found her weak point quickly and used it against her, she was slow on her feet. I took out a couple of female wolves including Alessia who snared at me as her brother, Romano quickly took her by her broken thigh off the field. Gemma was one of the first to get off the field, one blow to her jaw and she was out like a light. A few hours later I turned weak, barely able to keep myself up when a slender wolf growled at me, her brown coat had lost some patches but it didn't stop her from looking beautiful.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

“I’m not yours.” “Aren’t you?” She tilted her head, and the shadows lunged—not at us, but into us, their touch cold, invasive, like they were peeling back my skin. I screamed, the bond fracturing, Lucian’s voice distant as he slashed at his shadow, its blade meeting his with a spark. Killian swung, his staff cracking against his twin, while Mara danced with hers, knife flashing, but they were endless, reforming with every blow.

We walked past rows of dresses that shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, each one more dazzling than the last. My eyes fell on a stunning red dress displayed on a gold mannequin. The one-shoulder design made me fall for the dress even more. They had always looked good on me. It was a stretchy dress with a slit that ran from the thigh down to the hem, revealing just enough to make it striking without losing its class. I held out my hand to touch the dress again when Dr. Dane’s call caused my phone to vibrate. I picked it up quickly. “I’m almost done dressing up,” I lied.

Thalia, still standing. And she moves. One step. Then another. Thalia lifts the dagger again, but I see the fear finally crack her mask. She tries to say something—something clever or pleading—but it’s too late. Beatrice’s hands are claws before I even blink. She slashes once. Quick. Precise. Thalia gasps, then crumples. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her knees hit the ground. Then her face. Beatrice walks right past her. Straight to me.

she cried when the guy pulled harder. “I’ll kill you if I have the chance,” Layla whispered as she pulled out the dagger from her pouch. She raised her hand above her with her dagger. Before the others realized what she was trying to do, she had already cut her hair. The dagger was surprisingly sharp that it didn’t delay her when cutting a handful thick of her hair. When freed, she rolled over on the ground and swiftly got up to run. Her speed didn’t change and her pace was getting slower. Layla tied the strings of her pouch around her neck and ripped the waistband of her pants.

I was aware that if I got mad and attacked him, I could kill him unintentionally. He rose from the floor and dusted his jean shorts. "We don't owe you anything, Blade. You stopped being Alpha the moment you stepped out of the pack house." Despite my rising fury, i let out a sneer and moved casually to him. "Apologize," Killian advised, scared of what I'd do to Dan but it was obvious that Dan had grown some balls since the last time we met. Or maybe he had forgotten who I was. I needed to remind him that I was the Ripper and I could make his life vulnerable and miserable in a blink of an eye.

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.

SLASH! A flash of gold slashes through the air. For a moment, Morales freezes in his spot. In slow motion, blood starts to spill from his neck, spraying all over Nine. She quickly backs off in disgust while Two stares in horror as Morales’ head falls on the ground followed by his torso. Damien is standing there with his sword in his hands, blooding spilling from it. His eyes are psychotic, almost in a cruel rage and his heart hardened by what he had just heard.