Slash Fiction Novels & Stories

“You’re a fool! You’ll destroy everything!” Killian’s answer was a roar as he drove his claws through Lukas’s chest. The darkness burst — but instead of blood, shadow spilled out, screaming like a thousand voices at once. Lukas staggered, laughing even as his body flickered apart. “You can’t kill what’s already gone,” he hissed. “I am the Rift.” Killian stared as Lukas’s form dissolved, merging with the storm of shadows above. The air shifted. The ground cracked. And in the center of the sky, the moon’s light shattered completely.

What happened after was lost in a fog. Getting unsteadily to his feet, Brad reached for the light switch but hesitated, knowing too much light would stab into his brain like needles. Instead, he turned on his phone’s flashlight app, aiming it away from him to cut a swatch through the darkness and he followed. As he started up the stairs, flashes of memory cut through the fog. Phantom’s odd behavior, evidenced by the scratches on his hand which he paused to examine. He had followed the cat down to the basement, fragments came to him. Rats in the hallway, Phantom transforming into a woman, Brad’s almost uncontrollable fit of giggling. Surely these couldn’t be real memories; they had the surrea

Zenya left the circle, walking toward Dmitri and standing by his side. Nikka removed her clothing and approached the center at the same time as a naked Talya joined her. Talya didn't give Nikka a chance to breathe before she launched herself through the air and barreled into Nikka. Talya shifted to cat and her razor claws raked across Nikka's forehead. Blood immediately ran into her eyes, making it hard to see. She wiped frantically at the blood, smearing it across her face before shifting and locking her powerful jaws on Talya's single front paw. With a mighty jerk backward, the three-legged cat fell to her side, but it didn't stop her. Talya shifted yet again and her hind legs scissored Ni

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

Without saying a word, she hurried out of the ring and made a straight line for the privacy of the shower room. As the lukewarm water cascaded over her tense shoulders, rinsing away the layer of sweat and grime, her mind refused to quiet down. The memory of that split-second counter-attack replayed on a loop behind her eyelids. Over the past few weeks, strange things had been happening to her—subtle shifts in her perception, sudden bursts of strength, and reflexes that defied the limits of what she had been taught. It was an anomaly she couldn't explain, a hidden well of instinct that felt both terrifyingly alien and intimately familiar.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: The Library After Hours The university library was silent as its rows of bookshelves casting long shadows across the empty study tables. Mia tugged Kyle deeper into the stacks, her fingers wrapped tight around his wrist. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one lingered near the entrance. She wore a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight white tank top that hugged her full breasts, her nipples already stiff against the fabric.

Not us, anyway. Frost launches himself at the nearest shadow where it spreads like an oil spill on the scratched wooden floor. He leaps onto it, claws digging, teeth snapping. He’s like a starved wolf unleashed—biting, scratching, growling, snarling, taking out his anger on the shadow with devastating consequences. He tears right through the black shape, leaving gouges in the floor. The creature falls into shreds and evaporates, although Frost doesn’t wait around to see it disappear before he chooses his next victim.