Slashers X Reader Novels & Stories

I froze, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs. Daniel Carter. His hair was longer than in the photo Damien had given me, his face thinner, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. But there was something sharp about him—something dangerous. “You’re one of Damien’s, aren’t you?” he demanded. I lifted my hands slowly. “I’m not here to kill you.” Carter let out a dry laugh. “That’s exactly what a killer would say.” I took a slow breath. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have walked in here alone.”

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Chapter 42: Reign of Ashes Xander, The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena, reverberating against the stone walls, each strike a testament to the raw fury that both Amara and Derek poured into the battle. The arena had become their battleground, the place where destinies were rewritten, and every movement mattered. The air was thick with tension, crackling with the force of their struggle, as the crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.

His dark eyes meet mine as he takes a step closer. The siren smiles. "Xander, go ahead. Show your devotion. My breath catches. "Loyalty?" Slowly, Xander grabs the dagger by his side. No, no, no. I shudder as he raises it. In the spooky light, the silver blade gleams. "Xander," I stutter. "Please… don't do this." His expression remains blank. Then, in one swift movement, he slashes the dagger across my shoulder. I scream as pain rips through me, blood spilling down my arm.

A lycan who ruled with iron claws wrapped in tailored suits. And I had just come undone for him on camera, moaning like a whore while his words commanded every stroke of my fingers. The phone screen suddenly lit up again, casting a pale blue glow across the stone walls of my small cell. My heart slammed against my ribs. Another message from ShadowKing. From Jax. "You came so beautifully for me tonight, little sin. I could almost taste how sweet your surrender is." My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my face and lower, pooling hot and insistent between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the slick friction worse, drawing another quiet whimper from deep in my throat.

Shira, I hate you! “We want to be rough with you,” Xander growled, his voice blending with that of his wolf, sending shivers down my spine. As promised, Xander didn’t hold back that night. He claimed me with unrelenting passion, his roughness leaving my body sore but satiated. Later, as we lay together in the quiet of the night, my thoughts wandered to what tomorrow would bring. It would be a day of revelations, where hidden truths would surface, old bonds would be rekindled, and numerous fates would intertwine.

Rage blinded me, and I pushed him with all my strength. "How dare you kiss me?" I roared and slapped him across the face. 《 Xander 》 When I pulled away, she opened her eyes. For a second, her look was relaxed and satisfying, then her demeanour changed, her eyes blackened with anger, and she slapped me across the face.Ouch !! It really hurts. My girl is now stronger than ever. "How dare you kiss me?" she said, her fingers touching her lips. "Sorry," I smirked. "Actually, I am not sorry.

Skylar Taking a deep breath to even my inhales, I knocked once on Xander’s door office and walked in. He was talking to Dean who quietly leaned against the office as Xander sat on his seat. Whatever they were talking about stopped the second I made my presence known. Dean didn’t bother to turn around and look at me, instead, he gazed at me from the corner of his eyes with his head slightly tilted sideways, his arms crossed against his chest. Xander’s gaze was hot on my tail when he noticed me, his chest still carrying no type of clothes. He was shirtless still.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

However, my hope for some peace and quiet is dashed when I spot the back of Bianca’s dark head gripped by Brax’s fingers as they share a deep kiss. My fingers ball into fists by my side as my feet refuse to lead me away from the spot. When I snatch back the willpower to move, I turn and walk right into a muscled wall. “Look who we have here.” Slade echoes loud. “Spying on the soon-to-be couple in their private moment. You don’t have a single thought in that head about boundaries, do you?” I place a hand over his mouth, hissing in warning. “Shush it, goofball!”