Slash Fanfic Novels & Stories

After the slash destroyed Sealing Ice, it continued right at Walter. Walter only reacted by the time the slash was three feet away from him, but it was already far too late to do anything. Normally, Walter would definitely have defended himself while he attacked, and would have been prepared for anything. However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Fane. He had thought that there was no other possible result other than his victory. After a slashing sound, the slash went through his chest. He felt an intense pain throughout his whole body. Walter suddenly widened his eyes as his whole body tossed around. The pain of a soul being ripped apart was something no one could stand.

‎Kai’s POV ‎ ‎'Did my kitten just slip into subspace from spanking alone?' He doesn’t even know what it is. He must be so confused right now. ‎ ‎I felt his body loosen up around the sixteenth strike. That must have been the moment his mind turned off and he let himself get lost in the feeling — completely surrendering to me, as I felt him whimper and push his ass back on my palm while grinding on my thighs, desperately chasing his release.

"N-no, I mean yes, I..." Lucy had learned things from Cleopatra about keeping her foes off balance. "You were sucking his cock and playing with your tits. I look like a hooker and you act like one. You're a slut, Jan, aren't you? Yes, that's what you are, a slut. What are you?" "A sl... no, I'm not..." Lucy slapped her across the face; a light flick of her wrist, barely a slap, but Janine reeled back as though she had been hit with a baseball bat. "You're a slut, a whore. What are you?"

"Then, who are you? In real life, you're like that. You shift blame, run from consequences, and use other people's lives to patch over your guilt. You think dreams change anything? They're just another escape." She froze. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. "Maybe you're right. In dreams and reality, I've always been the same." "Dreams are fantasies. Reality is cruel. You killed Adam and caused Grandpa's death. No dream can rewrite that," I said flatly. Talia was quiet for a long time. Then, she suddenly slammed her hands against the glass, voice hoarse and desperate. "Lie to me! Just once! Tell me you still love me! Please!"

When Rowan Nightshade’s hand struck my face, I did not understand what had happened at first. The sound cracked through the training corridor of Silvermoon Federal Academy. My body tipped to the side, my teeth aching from the force, and for a few seconds all I heard was a dull ringing in my ears. My left cheek went numb, then burned as if molten silver had been poured over it. I covered my face and looked up at him. Rowan Nightshade, heir of the Shadowfang Pack, had slapped me in front of more than a dozen students because I had argued with a transfer girl.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He stepped toward me, his gaze intense. "No. But we don’t have a choice." I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. We didn't. Our past had caught up with us, and there was no escaping the consequences. Langford’s offer was the only way forward—disappear, start fresh, and leave everything behind. A new life, new identities, a future where we weren’t defined by our past. But could we really let go of everything we’d fought for?

A very hot slap from him struck my left cheek so hard that I slumped heavily on the rough ground as the raging pain burned my cheeks mercilessly. "It disgusts me to be standing so close to you. I need to end your life immediately!" He hissed, and I heard a sharp sound as his finger nails all transformed into very sharp claws that were shiny under the sunlight. They were pointed and dangerously long enough to pierce my skin deep into my skin. Just then, the thought of shifting and running crept into my head. He won't expect me to run now, and that would be an advantage to escape death. This was what I thought inside my head without knowing how fast lycans could be.

Like something beautiful and broken and completely, utterly defeated. "Why would you do that?" she whispered. "Why would you slap him?" I said. "He told you the truth. He didn't lead you on. He didn't lie to you. He just...didn't feel the same way. And you slapped him for it." Sloane stared at me. Her mascara was everywhere and her lipstick was smeared. She looked nothing like the girl who had laughed at me in the boutique. "You don't understand," she said. "Then help me understand."

“Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?” He stared at me coldly. And drove a cross into my throat. At some point, I had already lost the speed and strength of a vampire. I could only watch as everything before me blurred away. “It was your disgusting love that ruined my life with Sylvia.” He whispered to me. “Do not be afraid.Your parents will soon join you.They will not escape either.” After my death, he successfully inherited his family’s wealth and power. He framed my family. My entire clan was slaughtered. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day he asked to break off our engagement.

iness in Kaytly's eyes. "I can't fight you, but I won't forgive you even to death?" She stared at Rowan with despairing eyes, took the broken piece of glass, raised it to her neck, and slashed it. "Kaytly, there's no need to do that?" Rowan watched Kaytly Blanche slit his throat with a piece of glass, and he cried out in horror. Desperate Kaytly Blanche heard that exclamation sound, suddenly stopping her hand, but the sharp piece of glass accidentally cut a small wound on her smooth skin, on the white neck that quickly spread out. a streak of red blood, which at first glance is very obvious. "Kaytly, wouldn't you rather die for me?" His eyes were filled with pain, he stared at the blood stai