Slash Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

Does she really think I want her when she disgusts me? "I wouldn't lower myself to stick my dick in you. No, I'm not going to rape you; I'm going to kill you. I should have done it a long time ago." She tries to get up, and I punch her in the face. When she falls to the ground screaming at me, I kick her over and over. I can tell she's about to shift, so I pull out the knife I have strapped to my hip, and as soon as her wolf leaps in the air, I bury the knife in her chest and split her open. The brown wolf falls to the ground, dead. I look at my clothes in anger. The stupid bitch got blood all over me. After wiping my knife blade clean on Misty's bed, I leave the room and go to my bedroom to

Suddenly, my hands started shaking and the plates I was holding fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. I forcefully opened the door so I could help myself upstairs but suddenly fell on something. I lay down screaming in pain but no one was coming to my rescue. I turned around to try getting hold of something I could stand with when my hand suddenly hit a glass and everything shattered into pieces on me and pierced through my skin. A few seconds later, I felt the omegas gathering around but no one dared to offer me a helping hand as they would be severely punished. I was still struggling to get up when I heard a familiar voice screaming my name.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.

A shockwave of violet and crimson light threw them all backward. ​The Emotional Partition: The Guilt of the Protagonist ​Nora scrambled to her feet, her midnight velvet dress now tattered, the hem turning into a string of "Lorem Ipsum" text. She looked at the army of the Forgotten. She saw a man in a waiter’s uniform whose face was a blank slate—the man Julian had fired in Chapter 4 just to show his power. She saw a woman in a lab coat—the doctor from the Asylum who had been "Deleted" when the genre shifted to Sci-Fi.

​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head. ​Through the rain-streaked glass, his dark eyes locked directly onto mine. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his sharp features—the exact same cold, predatory smile that had haunted my nightmares every single night. ​He raised one gloved hand, made a slow, mocking gesture of greeting, and stepped back into the shadows of the carriage.

she finished just as Justin finally turned only to receive a big blow to the backside of his head from a plank Lucy hand just lifted. I clasped a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming, eyes widening in horror as Justin staggered, looking back up at Lucy in total confusion, blood pouring from the side of his head, trailing down his ear, to his jacket as he stared at her in shock. Without further warning, he staggered back falling into the deep waters of the pool, immediately turning the crystal blue waves a deep crimson. Lucy dropped the bloody plank and run. ------- oops...dun dun dun..... are you enjoying the book? leave a reviw and let me know!

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.