Slash Fanfic Novels & Stories

Caspian immediately decided, and he ran toward the opposite direction. However, Sean exploded with more terrifying wrath than before. As he roared, the longsword in his hand was like a raging wind, and the cold light soon surrounded Caspian's space. "The Heavenly Slash — Killing Mode!" Bang! The ground was instantly lifted, and as if there was a monster moving its giant claws, ugly scratch marks appeared on the floor. Seeing how a lethal trap was enveloping him, Caspian knew he had nowhere to escape, and he gritted his teeth. "Bring it on! I'm not afraid of you!"

Kaitlyn *Whip*, *slash*, *Whip*, *slash*. Every time I tried to open my eyes, I was met with another whip, or cut to my body. I was not too sure which, since both started to feel the same. I was in utter agony. The one thing that made me feel better about this whole situation, is that Tristan was being treated way worse than me. It seems that they had finally broken him, because he does not even fight the massive hunk of meat in there with him. I felt another cut, and the searing pain of the silver made the wound that much more unbearable. I contained my screams, as that only seemed to their anger.

He lifted his hands to the air, muttering what sounded like Latin words. I closed my eyes, thinking about Riley. She was going to be fine—I comforted myself; she was going to train the child, and he would grow up to become a good man, unlike me, unlike Slade; he would have a mother who loved him. I leaned against the wall as the flames rose higher and higher. Flynn’s eyes turned purple, and so did the flames. “Is it working?” Slade asked but didn’t get a response. I heard a loud wail, the cries seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The bridge to the otherworld had been opened. The very place I was going to be sent to, and just then the chanting stopped.

“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.

She tried to explain, "Isaiah, it wasn't me. She—" Before she could finish, she received a hard slap across the face. Her ears rang instantly, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. "You're still lying? What? Are you trying to say Alyssa killed her therapy dog and pinned it on you? You've lied about her so many times before. "I thought you'd changed after you got pregnant, but I was wrong. You're still the same—rotten to the core. Go back to the Jeffries residence and lock yourself in the room! You're grounded!"

My bag was in there, and along with it, my ID and license. But none of that mattered. I needed a hospital. The fall had split the skin on my calf and cracked my head hard enough to blur my vision. Blood trickled steadily down my leg. … When I lay back down later, my body throbbed with dull, relentless pain. The nurse came in to switch out my dressing. Under her breath, she murmured, "Such a pity. The Terrason heir's wife is gone." Once she left the room, I rummaged around for my phone and turned it on. Then, I was blasted with hundreds of push notifications.

The clan members, crushed by the pressure, fled in terror. In less than ten seconds, the so-called “perfect wedding” collapsed into a ruin. Only Caius and I remained. He knelt in the center of the wreckage. The ring had rolled away, lost in the dust. I walked toward him, step by step, and with all my strength, I slapped him across the face. The blow was laced with magic. It sent him sprawling. “Are you satisfied?” I planted my foot on his chest, making him grunt in pain.

he growled, “ I told you to leave!” My eyes narrowed on her features, at her hands reaching for him as the sudden realization crossed my mind. She was obsessed with him. Oh good lord, the stupid boy dated his stalker. A real life crazy fan turned ex stalker. I’ve had a run in with a few Shootingstars that is Justin Star’s loyal fan base, and they were plainly putting, inhumane savage beings. “We can fix it! Fix us!” she cried out. “Are you deaf?” I was wondering the same thing.

“I would rip his head off and bathe in his blood before I let that happen!–” “Ronin! What are you doing?!–” She struggled as he spun her around, pressing her face down onto the counter. “You forget Luna,” He hiked up her sweater dress, ripping away her black lace underthings. “I still demand your submission.” A moan slipped past her lips as he groped her pussy. “You’re mine. All mine. Look, you're dripping wet for me.” She yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to the soft mound of her ass.