Slash Fiction Novels & Stories

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

but even as the words left my mouth the pleasure started building deep inside, my hips grinding up instinctively to meet those invading fingers, chasing the friction that had my pussy clenching and leaking more slick onto their hands. Then without any warning the lights overhead flickered violently, the bulbs buzzing loud and erratic like they were about to explode, casting wild shadows across the room that danced on the peeling walls, and a cold draft swept through the space out of nowhere, raising goosebumps all over my arms and legs, making my skin prickle tight as the chill hit my exposed pussy and hardened my nipples even more. I blinked hard, my heart slamming against my ribs so fast I

I rasped. Arwan looked away, hiding his emotionless face, “Very correct, keep reading.” “In the year 1770, a war broke out between the lycanthropic dragons against the real werewolves, dark walkers, shadow creatures, and Apex predators. All with one aim, eradicating the forbidden seed” “Wow, a lot of people want me dead,” I voiced out in sadness. “Just keep reading Melonie,” Arwan scolded.

“I do not waste my time. I am here to hunt the thing leeching from you. And after you, I will do the same to the omegas and then I will push myself, my human, and my wolf sister to the brink to save your mate. The least you can do is help us save yourself.” Shanara shivered from her words. But she nodded. “There is something that hunts in the dark. I can never catch it, but I feel it, and when it leaves…I’m tired.” “Where?” Nix rubbed down Shanara’s side, trying to comfort her. “The deep.” She shivered. “It used to be my home, but whatever is there forced me out.” Nix walked around her again, and Megan came up next to her. “Show us.”

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Lucas roars in astonishment as I slip out from under him and resume racing as I roll over and slash at his muzzle. I am unable to distinguish where I am or where I am heading. The only thing I am certain of is that I must flee and cannot allow any of these alphas to capture me. I continue to turn only partially because I am in a hurry to save my life. When two fully shifted alphas with bare teeth and claws collided in front of me, I was just about to make it to the elevator. One of them turns to face me while the others tear at each other's flesh and fur. I trip over and stumble backward. I'll be taken by one of these males. It will happen eventually.

Hope, patience, reunion. What a shame… None of those words ever really applied to me. I was still smiling when my legs suddenly gave out, and I started to slide down. Jason caught me and helped me sit on the stone steps. My head grew heavy, my vision dimming to black. He panicked as soon as he saw my nosebleed, his eyes instantly red. That was when he finally admitted he only realized how many nights I had spent working on that wedding plan and how many drafts I had gone through, as well as how much heart I had poured into it.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

CLAIMED BY MY SAVIOUR SERAPHINA & REID The safe house smelled of rust, motor oil, and the faint copper tang of old blood. Nineteen-year-old Seraphina Laurent knelt on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse outside Juárez, her wrists zip-tied behind her back, silk blindfold soaked with tears and mascara. She’d been here three days, or maybe four. Time blurred when they kept the lights off most hours and fed her only enough to keep her conscious. Her cream-colored dress—once Chanel, now torn at the hem and stained, it was hiked up around her thighs from struggling. Bruises bloomed on her knees and the insides of her arms where rough hands had gripped too hard.