Slash Young Novels & Stories

The shark's teeth were slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. And as more blood spilled, their frenzied state intensified. I watched as the chaos unfolded from the distance, dead calm as I quickly returned to the yacht. Once I got on, I could see Larry and his friends kicking and splashing in the sea, yelling, "Help!" Before anyone could do anything, a shark shot toward him from beneath, chomping off his entire leg and drawing even more blood.

she said and pushed him away. Her words had triggered him, and the push was unacceptable. He pushed her back, hard, she stumbled back and charged him with an even harder push. "Don't push me, Charlene!" "You were hurting my arm, you bastard!" she shouted. He saw it. Landon grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her. She fought back and slapped him, he charged at her and slapped her back. "Hey!!!" Tommy shouted neither of them heard him. They were screaming at each other. Landon pulled the collar of her shirt, he almost tore it off. He lifted his loose arm, she curled under his threat. Tommy was sprinting across the lawn, his blood curled. Before Landon's hand could land on Charlene's face,

I pushed them all and looked in their eyes. They again lunged for me and I slashed their flesh with my swords, spinning on my heels. They all moved away looking for any flaw in my movements while I showed them some tricks, twirling swords above my head, at my front and back. I was aiming for a man's leg after kicking in his ribs when hot stinging pain shot through my right hip. Blood was oozing out of the wound and the gash was so deep that it couldn't heal in seconds, it would take some time.

Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain." I hung up after that. The final dark spot in my life had been erased, and I felt light-hearted and free.

They added more charm to his already gorgeous visuals. He bend his neck to her level and whispered, "And? Are you feeling shy right now, after I already saw, touched and ki-" She slapped her hand over his mouth to stop him from sprouting any more words that could turn her rosy cheeks to a deeper shade. She's shot him a glare and mouthted, 'get out'.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

As if that is going to help. Then he comes. The one whom I screamed at back at the bar. Landon. He appears from the shadows. In a flash, he is in between the hooligans and me, his dark eyes now sparking amber under the moon's lambency. In a move too fast for the human eye to see, Landon rushes to the tall slim one and tears his skin off. Such speed they haven't seen before nor can they comprehend. “Arghhhhhh! My face!!!!” Slim screams in pain.

She’s faster than I expected. We’re sprinting through a ravine now, the rules simple: first to tag the silver birch at the ridge wins. Lyla’s boots skid on loose shale as she vaults over a fallen log, her laughter sharp and bright as broken glass. My blood sings with the challenge, the way her scent tangles with mine as I gain on her. “You cheat,” she pants, darting sideways to avoid my grasping hand. “You’re just slow.”

A Nobody • • • • • "You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.