Romans & histoires Slashers Oc

But Sir wasn’t even mad. The crowd around the campfire remained the same, their faces relaxed in ignorant bliss. That slasher could probably take them out on his own, but his range was pathetic. Two meters of slashing radius? It was a joke. Slashers were weak. Mindless. And I wasn’t one to talk—my own limitations irritated me—but he was still a weak-ass thinker. The others had already begun. I saw the first tents darken. Silent violence swallowed the flicker of light. Then, the muffled screams came—low, panicked sounds. The itch went down from my throat to my palms. I needed to burst someone now.

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.

He ordered. Sliver was a deadly weapon for a werewolf, it not only weaken or drain a werewolves energy, it also killed instantly, Skylar tears flowed down her cheeks as she wondered why her sister would cut herself with sliver...unless, she wanted to kill herself. XxxxX Skylar and her family, with a few pack members gathered in the living room, waiting patiently with their hands to their chin, feet tapping the floor trying to ease the uneasiness while heart beats pound faster as they all waited for the doctor to work out from Olivia's room.

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.

one snarls, his boot slamming into my side. I can hear Quinn shouting still, struggling, fighting. “You fucking cowards!” he yells. “It took a group of you to jump one man? Let him go!” Another kick. My vision starts to blur at the edges. “You think you’re something, skating around, taking cock behind closed doors?” “Ryker’s little slut,” one hisses in my ear, dragging me back to my feet only to slam his fist into my stomach again. I double over, spitting blood, and they just laugh.

My heart started pounding in my throat. ‎ ‎“I didn’t want to tell you this here,” he muttered, looking away. “Not out on the street. Not when you’re already shaking.” ‎ ‎“Well, I’m here,” I snapped, stepping closer. “So tell me.” ‎ ‎He looked at me, jaw clenched, eyes burning. ‎ ‎“The Slashers have a new leader,” he said quietly. “Someone I didn’t know existed. Someone Marcus was terrified of.” ‎ ‎The wind rustled between us.

“Axe is watching, so this needs to get legit quick. You good?” “Yeah, we’re good. We have our six covered,” I assure him. I have Lachlan and Carson on cameras and audio back at the warehouse with Carley. Capone and Weston have eyes on us through their scopes. Arson and Clyde are on standby within the crowd and taking smoke breaks regularly. Both are social smokers, according to Dominic, so I made full use of that knowledge tonight. “To your dead fiancé! Puede el descansar en paz,” Slater toasts. We clink our glasses before shooting the colorful shots.

I have a fairy for a mother but I can’t do any cool shit, it isn’t fair! *We gotta learn how to teleport, I’ve been telling you for years, I bet we can figure it out,* Colt says, daydreaming about using it to find our girl. I shake my head and move inside, ready to find Shane and finish yelling at him. “Damn,” I say, when I see a young teen couple with their throats slashed. Stuff like that, never gets easier to see. “Remember your mission and this stark reminder of what’s at stake,” I hear, and turn to see Shane, snatching a tablecloth to wipe the blood off his face.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Olivia's POV “Where did she go?” someone muttered in shock. The sudden disappearance caught everyone off guard. Even the humanoid replica that had been battling Phoenix froze briefly, staring at the empty spot where she had vanished from as though trying to sense her presence. The stage became strangely silent for that split second. Then— “Look there!” someone suddenly shouted. A dark blur appeared behind the replica figure. Before the copy could even react— Slash! A sharp crescent-shaped strike sliced cleanly through its body from the shoulder downward, cleaving it into two halves instantly.