Slash Young Novels & Stories

Swissh. Slasshhh… CLANG…

I slide on the green icon "Nicolas Michaelson, long time" "Sherly?"

Before he could react, Philip waved his hand and shouted angrily, “Slash!” Whoosh! One after another, Greenpeak Sword shadows fell from the sky like a rain of swords and slashed James! His lightning tiger fist was slashed to pieces in an instant! Rumble!

they smile. “See you Ady” Shane calls after me. I don’t know what is going on with Shane but he’s been slowly getting more and more aggressive towards me. Thankfully pack slaves were banned here at Half Moon. Shivers run up my back as I remember his fingers on my lower back.

not like this. To Be Continued...

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.