Slashers Oc Novels & Stories

They couldn't sleep without having me or their father by their side. I was worried. I was also annoyed. Sara's punishment was upheld yesterday, which I was grateful for, and Alessandra didn't look remorseful. "Today is one of those days where I get to show you all who the Alpha is. This is more than just a warning. Slasher has been killed because of his greediness by the one person he thought he could trust. Alessandra has haunted me and my family for years, and today we are going to finish what she started," he declared, his aura oozing out, causing everyone including Alessandra to submit.

He paused when he heard all the gasping; they all looked at one another as the murmurs began. “She was under the control of the Slayers. For the privacy of herself and her family, her identity will not be revealed at this time. However, we do have her in custody until we know for sure that it is safe to release her. She was being controlled by the Slayers, which is a vampire organization that set out to drain the blood of those who are gifted like me. It is with a heavy heart that I say we are not safe and that the Slayers have returned with a vengeance. I ask that everybody stays wary. It is best to remain in your homes unless necessary. I will be putting a lockdown on my pack and as for ot

Slater cut in. "Mind your fucking business. Stay out of this!" Oliver jabbed a finger at him. "This is my business because you're in my territory. Look around you, this section of the car park is for the influential people in Westbridge. You're not allowed here. Get the fuck out." "It's fine. Please, let's not do this. We'll leave. Come on, Oliver, let's go talk somewhere else." "You stay." Slater's voice was a command. "Let him leave. I'm not done with you yet, Zephyria."

Odis turns to me and our eyes lock before he turns back to his alpha. “Kill them,” Shane said nonchalantly. As if he were discussing the weather or what to wear today, instead of ordering the deaths of every beach goer here. “There are women and children here. They don’t even know who we are,” Odis pleads. “No!” I shout.

He had to draw her attention again to hand her the cup. It was when Patricia made to leave that she noticed the table by the window. Her eyes had never seen an odder sight—the Chicago's Pack omega alpha daughter and the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Tapping on her camera, she took a photo of the two for... digital evidence. Cecily was going to love this.

The slayers were confused and now on high alert as their quarry had disappeared. Questions buzzed amongst them like nervous bees: "What the Hell?" "Where did it go?" "What's going on?" "I got it...I know I did..." The slayers were suddenly startled when the bolt they had fired flew down and stuck in the ground near the piled shirt. Dark red blood dripped down the bladed edge and shaft. "You little bastards got blood on my shirt," a low dangerous voice commented from their right side.

Slasher began as she unclipped several sheets of paper “come and grab your targets.” Slasher proceeded to pass several sheets of paper to Dax, Fox, Cosmo, and Scorpio, who flicked through them with mixed emotions. "Aren't you afraid someone might overhear us?" Cosmo almost whispered, as he glanced around nervously, but Slasher snorted.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Inside, I feel cornered in ways battle has never managed. She looks furious. Her stubbornness should irritate me. Instead, I admire it. A knock lands against the office door before I can respond. “Come in,” I call sharply. Slade walks inside immediately, expression grim. “Sorry to interrupt your domestic dispute.” “It is not domestic.” I snap instantly. Caroline scoffs loudly. Slade ignores both of us and tosses a folder onto my desk. “We have another problem.” I open it lazily at first, and my expression hardens. Photos and medical reports of dead wolves. Except wolves are difficult to kill.

When Salvatore 'Sally' Morelli's hand struck my face, I did not even register what had happened. A dull, heavy crack echoed through the room, and I stumbled as my head filled with a sharp, ringing buzz. My left cheek burned hot at first, then searing, like someone held a flame to my skin. I pressed my hand to my face and stared at him blankly. My boyfriend, the firstborn son of the Morelli family of New Yiz, the future heir to the Don, had just slapped me across the face in front of the entire family and our guests—all because I got into an argument with another woman.