Slashers X Reader Novels & Stories

Her voice got wistful and trailed off. I scoffed, and apparently out loud. Darcy & Laura came around the corner. “Oh…sorry, we didn’t hear you come in Aurora… we’re almost finished.” “Don’t worry about it, I’m just training with my brother today. No need to rush.” Everyone was always in a rush around me, it was almost as if being around me made them uneasy, but I was never anything other than polite and mostly at times, timid, I preferred to fade into the background. I liked to observe people, for instance, I knew that Darcy’s parents were both omegas, when she turned and was a beta they threw a huge party for her. She likes the color pink probably a little too much, she’s obsessed with my b

Chapter 6 (Xander's POV) The bedroom door slams so hard the sound reverberates through the entire penthouse like a gunshot. I stand there in the middle of my living room, cock throbbing so painfully against my zipper I have to clench my jaw to keep from growling. My lip is still bleeding where she bit me. I swipe the drop of blood with my thumb and stare at it, tasting her fury on my tongue. "Fuck." Sophia Laurent just slapped me, threatened me, and walked away like she still has control.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

I seethe, throwing all of my anger, guilt, shame, and disgust at her. “Fletcher, I’m fucking warning you.” Damon growls, his hands on my chest, keeping me away from his other half. “Another peep and Slade won’t hesitate to end your fucking existence.” “Guys, calm down.” Xander begs, trying to put myself between us. “She wanted to go, Fletcher,” Elle says, her voice soft and patient.

I can taste his blood, and I'm sure my body is as bloody as his, but the adrenaline running through my veins keeps me from feeling any pain at the time. "ENOUGH!" she yells, as other wolves break us apart. "We need to go, now!" she says before the door breaks open. Her eyes fill with horror as two giant wolves stand before us, followed by three other wolves my size behind them. I recognize them instantly, making me sigh in relief. My body gives out, and I instantly feel my body aching and I hiss from the pain. The big black wolf is Xander, alpha Blake's wolf, and the big brown one, is Asher, Tyler's wolf.

He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner. "Domenico. Fifth eldest." Dickhead grumbled and bubbles went on with his whispers, "the one with a permanent stick in his ass. He's the Xander." Eh. I can't really say anything. I've been told I'm the female Xander... on multiple occasions. "I'm Nicolo. This guy's triplet. I'm the sixth eldest." Smartass continued while earning a childish eye roll from Domenico. I waited for bubbles' whisper but he quickly added it after sipping his water, "The sarcastic idiot. No brains, all muscle."

Too late, I realize we are surrounded. An ambush. A wolf leaps out of the woods, looms within striking distance. I slash my claws through his throat. He falls to the ground. I turn to the others. They are all circling us, snarling and snapping their jaws. I roar and leap forward, slashing again and again. They fall, one by one. One werewolf snarls and claws at my arm. I slash, dragging my claws across the vulnerable skin around his throat. He gurgles and falls back.

As for Xander's palm, its momentum of the forward charge was unabated, and it swiftly penetrated the evil cultivator's chest behind the folding fan. The evil cultivators spat out mouthfuls of blood, and terror spread in his eyes as if he could not believe that he would die that way. "Die!" Xander roared. As he grabbed the evil cultivator's heart, Xander's other hand reached out and tore it. Crack! Crack! The evil cultivator was instantly mutilated, and the parts were thrown everywhere with his blood. "Extreme Frost Slash!!

I give her a low growl and push up against her a little bit more. She pushed on my chest again saying "COLE!! Please, I'm not ready for this yet." I lifted my head from her neck and stepped back with a little growl. I then feel Xander take full control from me. "It's because of my brothers, isn't it? You like them more than I don't you? You are MINE!" I hear him say before he blocks me out completely. As Xander retreats and allows me to surface as myself once again, I step back and look down at Skyler as she slides down the wall whimpering. It's then that I noticed the blood running down her neck and down her inner thighs.