Slash O Novels & Stories

The wind howled like a mourning widow. It swept through the hills of Clan Seven, sharp as a blade, carrying with it the scent of pine, frozen bark, and the stench of blood. Orion crouched low on the tree line, the crisp edge of winter biting at his bare forearms, but he welcomed the sting. Pain had long become a comfort, one of the few sensations he still trusted. Before him, a stretch of white snow lay untouched, serene. Except it was only an illusion; there was nothing serene about it.

Just before I blacked out, I heard Kyle's excited cry. "My wife's out! Do the C-section now!"

“I’ll just get back in my car now.” Yes. There it was again. So close. The signal was unmistakable. There was important vampire activity. Right here in Boston. The vibration of it coursed through her veins. It was so close. She felt an urgency. Maybe, even, something to do with the sword itself. She suddenly peeled out of traffic, made a sharp U-turn. All the traffic on both sides of the highway screeched to a halt, as she sped down the opposite side of Storrow Drive.

Realization dawned in my friends faces as they go white. "Layla..." Leo began. "HOLD HIM!" I shouted. Before anyone can stop me I swung the hammer up and down as hard as I could. Billy screamed. I think Eve did too but I don't register any of it. It's just a job that needs to be done. I swung it again. I faintly heard someone yell something but again, I don't really comprehend any of it. I swung one more time before I finally hear the crack that I was waiting for. I rested for a moment. Then I took off his other shoe.

The car stopped right in front of him. Austin opened his door and got out then opened Shannon’s door. She got out and smiled at Eliot. “Beta Eliot, good morning.” She greeted him and Eliot gave her a small bow before he greeted back. “Luna, you look good.” He complimented. “Thank you, beta, where can I find Sandy?” she asked already at the door. “She should still be in her room.” He told her and she nodded then went into the packhouse leaving the men behind.

I was standing there in a shapeless house dress, the front still stained with dried breast milk. Fiona wrinkled her nose, pulled a perfume bottle from her bag, and spritzed herself. "What is that sour smell? God, it's awful."

“I’ll see you again, sister,” Blake said, hugging her tightly. Lydia nodded. “Of course. Just make sure to call me.” “Don’t forget we can still mind-link—unless…” Blake made a face, and Lydia knew what she meant. She and Knox weren’t going to mark each other. That was the only way a wolf could sever her ties with her old pack—being marked or officially joined to a new pack cut all previous connections, including the mind-link. But Lydia was sure that would never happen. Blake was confident, too—that's why she believed they could still stay connected.

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Both of them were content and if they could, they would stay forever in each other’s arms. FIN