Slash Man Novels & Stories

The man was at least 60 but flirting still didn’t leave his characteristics. "Sir this is Isabella Williams, I just wanted to know whether you liked the food from the masquerade party." Sean looked at me when I asked this and he tried to grab the phone but I moved the phone from his reach. He started showing signs with his hand and I think the first one meant I will slit your throat if you don’t hang up now but I just scoffed at him.

David asked the man who had just entered where he was. "I got much better than that," said the man in front of David. "What is it? Tell me quickly?" asked David impatiently. The man took off the hat he was wearing and showed his face to David. "You.." "Jason Maisson," Jason said with a smile that looked scary. David was now regularly backtracking. The man took a water bottle and held it out as if it were a knife or a gun in his hand. "Stay away from me! I will kill you! I will ask my men to kill you!" The man threatened Jason but Jason was not at all afraid of what the man said. His low laughter was heard now.

“ Go ahead . I am curious to see whether you are brave enough to slap me . “ said Damian . “ Don’t test me Damian ! “ said Antonio . “ I am testing you Antonio . “ said Damian . Antonio managed to release himself from his arms and slapped Damian hard on the face . “ You….You dared to slap me ? “ said Damian angrily but mostly shocked . Others wouldn’t even dare to stare at him in an annoyed way despite everything he did yet Antonio not only dared to glare at him , he also dared to slap him .

My wolf instincts in full effect under the rising pink moon. Killian leapt sideways a few times. Dodging the man’s swinging strikes with a short, heavy sword. Once there was an opening, he rushed in close. Striking the man in the throat and then ripping his fingers through in a way that left a bit of white visible in a deep gash. The man’s face showed his panic as he gargled a moment. He tried to bring his sword back around toward Killian’s back as he stumbled but Killian whirled and sent out a few currents of blue light that prohibited the sword from making contact with him.

Serena tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She looked up just in time to see a masked man approaching. His scent was unfamiliar—neutral, like he’d masked it on purpose. His steps were fast, silent, efficient. A dagger gleamed at his waist, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he raised something small—a dark crystal embedded in a charm—and held it before her face.

Bruised, bleeding, relentless. He fought like a man possessed. The agent tried to slam Lucian into the wall, but Lucian ducked, came up under the agent's arm, and *slammed* his elbow into the man's jaw. Then—pain. A sudden, sharp *sting*. Lucian looked down to see a knife embedded in his forearm. He gasped, staggered. Blood poured, hot and fast. But he didn’t falter. With a roar, he twisted, *pulled the blade free*, and used the handle to *slam* the agent’s temple. The masked man stumbled, dazed.

Before turning and feeling my claws come out. I slash at the man about 2 inches above his head, because he is really short, but stout and quicker than I had originally suspected. When I do not connect, I am confused, but then lash out again and connect this time with his head. Thinking that “This is almost too easy.” I shake my head when I rip his throat out and blood sprays everywhere.

The rest were falling victim to the slime one by one, and all with rather hideous results. Sia tried to dodge another attack, but the seven inch heels which she had obviously bought under Type influence slid through some of the residue slime causing him to land heavily on his butt right in middle of puddle of slime. “I just wanted some sushi,” he whined. Ray neatly blust through one of the slime men's. “How about some slug sashimi?” he called out. Sia face took on an unflattering shade of green.

Instead, she heard a grunt of pain, the clatter of metal on concrete, the sound of bodies colliding. Maya's eyes flew open. Vanessa was on the ground, the gun knocked from her hand. Standing over her, breathing hard, was a figure Maya had never expected to see. Marcus Hart. Ethan's brother. "Marcus?" Maya gasped. He didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on Vanessa, cold and furious. "You stupid girl," he said quietly. "Did you really think we wouldn't notice you playing your own game?" Vanessa's face had gone white. "Marcus, I can explain—"

The general slumped to the floor in the middle of the room as Malik slammed the door shut behind them. Dima moved swiftly and locked the outer door. Malik ripped the mask from his face and flung it carelessly onto the bed. The general groaned, trying to compose himself, but as his blurry vision cleared, he saw Malik's true face—and the recognition struck him like a flash. Malik moved closer, his hand gripping the telephone cord, and shaved it with chilling precision. He lunged forward, wrapping it around the general's neck. But the general kicked hard, delivering a brutal blow to Malik's stomach. Malik stumbled back a few steps and looked toward the nearby staircase. He reached for it—but be