Slasher Novels & Stories

Slap. His skin hits hers with a sound like a gunshot. The woman, I don't know who she is, just some blonde in a cheap lace dress, and she’s screaming into the wood. Her back is arched, her ass in the air, her fingers clawing at the mahogany, trying to find a grip as Austin destroys her.

“ 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 .

He quickly dropped the chair and swerved out of the way of a flying fist and meandered his way out the door. Outside the bar Sly fox allowed the fresh cool evening air to cool his body. Even though he has had a lot of drinks he was still sober enough to track down his killers. He pulled out the smartphone, corp issued, and brought out everything about the assassin he needed to take down in this hunt. This was his fourth hunt which means he is a delta. He leered at the image of a hot brunette that filled his screen.

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

Larger ones. Someone was here. But there was not any scent, either. What type of creature was it? A werewolf or something else? Once again positioning my stick, I walked. Out of nowhere, something touched my waist and I spun, striking my attacker in the ribs and he staggered backwards, caught off guard. Quickly unsheathing my sword, I readied my stance and eyed the attacker. The darkness was an advantage for him to hide most of his features but his hair, eyes and huge physique were still prominent.

He rushed on to her as Rosela used the knife on him out of self defense. She scratched his shoulders with the knife. "Awsh, you bitch, have you seen what you've done? He asked aggressively. Rosela on seeing that, shouted to the hearing of Dansanisa, her mother. Amunsa immediately left the kitchen when Rosela shouted because he knows very well that someone will definitely come to her rescue. Dansanisa rushed down to the kitchen to check on her only to find nothing except for some little drop of blood on the ground. "Rosela are you okay. And why I'm I seeing drop of blood here" Dansanisa asked.

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”

He trailed his finger on my cheeks, stroking it, "You wanted to kill her." "Why would I want to kill her?!" I yelled, "I didn't even know her!" A leathered hand came up and hit my right cheek with such a force that made me stumble back. A yelp escaped me as the burning pain defrayed through my nerves. I just remained inanimated for a while. He had slapped me. Shock settled in me as I stared at him widened eyes. A vague memory I thought I had forgotten of someone hitting me flashed in my vision....

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

“Jeez, calm your tits, Emilia. Mark’s right, you’re so dramatic sometimes.” “Right?” Mark shrugged in a casual way and frowned at Em. And then, focusing his attention on me, he said, “So you have a couple of broken ribs. The patient, Jack, is his name, I guess. So yeah, schizophrenic, had something against you. Not sure if you remember but the nurse who witnessed the attack said the dude first punched you in the ribs, broke a couple of them, which caused you to fall back and pass out.