Slashers Oc Novels & Stories

What I saw however was my lover, Slater, holding a knife as he stood over the body of our step father. Jim’s eyes lay in my direction as I looked into them. I could tell that there was no life left in him. Slater rushed to me as he dropped the knife and enveloped me in his arms. In pure shock I pushed him away as the scent of blood grew stronger. I looked at him in horror seeing what he had done and could say nothing else.

Nadia yelled, shoving the knife at her. “What about—“ “Now!” Nadia growled at her. Cheyenne jolted and went straight to the room, shutting the door behind her and sliding down the door as the panic and all flooded her mind. Skylar kills. Oliver found her. Skylar’s a wolf. A female wolf is fighting Oliver. Oliver was here. Oliver killed Theresa. Theresa is dead. The cops are involved. The cops think she did it. Skylar wants to turn her. Skylar wants to mate her. She trusted Skylar. Oliver’s going to kidnap her again. Skylar’s going to kill her.

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.

But before the Thunder Dominion warrior could even breathe— Slash! A black blade sliced across his throat from behind. His eyes widened in disbelief as blood slowly trickled down his neck. He staggered forward weakly before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Dead. The crowd turned silent again. Fear slowly crept into many people’s hearts. Especially the younger werewolves watching. The Blood Shadow warriors were far more terrifying than rumors described. From where I sat, I unconsciously turned toward Alpha Kingsley again. His face remained expressionless. Cold.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

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.

DOMINIC “I’M FULLY AWARE OF THE DRILL,” I heard my assistant snap, her voice vibrating with a sharp, wolfish irritation. She was pinching the bridge of her nose, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Carrillo Music Group HQ, looking like she was seconds away from a full-on snarl. “Take a sedative or something; your scent is spiking so hard it’s giving me a migraine.” I watched her roll her eyes as she turned away from the glass. I hoped to the Moon that wasn't a client she was barking at. Some of our talent could be a nightmare, but professionalism was the foundation of our pack’s business. “Yes, he’ll be on the ice at the scheduled time.” Clara Whitmore didn't even wait for a rebu

Shyla’s P.O.V. The eligible Luna of the Blood Moon Pack was right before me, growling furiously. A guard injected concentrated wolfs-bane in her neck to subdue her. I had to cover my ears as her painful howls tended to shatter my eardrums. She was sent to a separate room for preparation, so I mustered up some courage to inquire, “We are omegas, slaves for higher shifters. But that’s an Alpha wolf, why is she here?”

When he gets in next to me, he reaches for a pair of black sunglasses, starts the car, and we are off. “Fang isn’t far from here. It’s one of the strip/BDSM clubs I’ve given to Kon to manage. The one I took you to the other day is called The Slip, and it’s the one Vanya manages. The first set of murders happened to her girls,” Kai tells me as we drive. He wasn’t lying; the club was literally up the road from us. I gasp at the sight in front of me. “Wait, isn’t this called Billionaire’s Row?” I ask with wide eyes and gaze up at the skyline dominated by large, towering buildings.