Slash Man Novels & Stories

Trust me. The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Kieran came out wearing ripped jeans and a shirt with the two buttons on the top open. Kieran was lean and tall. His slender legs packed with muscled and his long hair fell on his shoulders. He was very handsome with his pitch-black eyes that would turn red whenever he fed. Shannon stood and admired him as he spoke with Tia and telling her that they are leaving and making arrangements as to when they will meet again.

Since the only person who seemed to be brave enough to challenge him was also afraid of him, he didn't see why he should stop being disrespectful and rude. Liam's patience snapped hearing him address the woman in such a disrespectful tone. Without another word, Liam’s hand suddenly shot up, delivering a sharp, controlled slap across the man’s face. The sound of the slap echoed across the yacht, cutting through the low hum of conversation and music. The force of the slap was enough to snap the man’s head to the side, his eyes wide with shock.

Pushing her back a second later, he looked around, “Is everyone ok?” “Smarluuten is missing an arm but says it’s fine because it will grow back in a few months. Kiri is upset because her new favourite dress is utterly destroyed, and besides a few bumps and cuts, I am ok,” Dilo replied. Looking at the guards now pulling the assassin’s bodies into piles, Cassius’s and Rex’s eyes both fell on Smarluuten who was speaking with a man in gold and silver armour, issuing orders. Seeing them look upon him, he grinned with his large maw and waved the stump of his arm in greeting, before frowning at the missing appendage, seemingly forgetting it had been lost, before shrugging and turning back to his gu

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

ALEXANDER Finding Isabella being harassed by that guy almost drove me crazy, seeing his filthy hands on her almost made me tear his head off, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat him until it was engraved in his mind that he should never do something similar, I wanted to break each one of his fingers just for holding her and I only managed to restrain myself because I had Isabella close and I didn't want to scare her, I think she wouldn't be ok seeing so much violence after what her dad did to her.

The winds howled and the sky shook; the land trembled and the lake screamed in pain; for that simple slash had produced a blue sword light that split the frozen lake into two halves! *BANG* From one bank to the other, the entire lake had been cleaved! The strike was accurate, for the attack did not crossover - even by an inch - onto the lake’s shores. The disruptive strike caused the water that was hidden beneath the ice to rise up and slowly spill over. In next to no time the lake was mostly liquid once again. Seeing this the slender man nodded his head in approval; and as though he had only peeled an onion and done nothing else, he returned his blade to his back and walked away calmly.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.