Slashfic Characters Novels & Stories

When I saw her hugging the amber-eyed wolfman and going as far as to act coy, I knew that she'd been reborn alongside me. Said wolfman, Morgan Nightshade, stood at around six feet and six inches tall. His upper body was bare, leaving his muscles and the bloodstains on them in full view. In our past life, Charlotte had been so frightened by the sight of him that she'd hurriedly backed away. Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what.

She pulled herself out of the paper, her eyes glowing with a fierce, ancient light. "Thank you, Hazel," the woman said. She looked like the Queen from my Gilded Academy story. "We’ve been waiting for someone to break the spine of this book." Behind her, hundreds of other characters began to crawl out of their books. Werewolves, Alphas, Mafia kings, and fallen angels. They weren't puppets anymore. They were a riot. "The characters are free!" Elle cheered, her body turning solid again. But the man at the desk didn't look defeated. He started to laugh at a high, terrifying sound that made the library walls crack.

For a moment, everyone was certain that Philip must be a chimera prince, except that his name was faked. Seeing Philip's transformation, many people stopped attacking. They were unlike Sylvia who came from the ancient dragon royal family and was unafraid of the chimera royal family. Philip turned into a flaming giant and started attacking. For a while, the surrounding dozens of miles became a battlefield, and the whole area shook and filled with smoke and dust. By the time Philip returned to normal, his attackers were severely injured and fled into the distance.

When he was done, his eyes locked with mine. I love you. I love you too. Be safe. You too. Viktor turned from us and I watched as he ran down the hill. He gathered speed and would soon meet the ground level. He lunged forward into the air and shifted. His body cracked and morphed into the shape of a wolf. Mighty long black fur sprouted out and covered his body as he shifted into Flash. He bounded toward the dog creature made from mud, and it turned toward him. It stepped away from it’s victim as he bled out. He took haggard breaths as the mud monster left him. The creature lowered itself to the ground before it snapped and charged toward my mate.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

I tried to pacify myself with the fact that Xianna is an evil mastermind so she was very careful and there's no way I could have guessed but deep down, I know that I'm partially to blame for my own downfall. If only I had tried a little harder to save my marriage, if only I had tried to talk to Keith about our deteriorating relationship, maybe he would have let something slip. If I had approached my parents for advice then maybe things would be different. If only I had been a little less trusting maybe my life wouldn't have to end so early. Just maybe….. "I don't know how you did it but the Lycan King was very infatuated with you." She suddenly said, causing me to stare at her in shock.

Lucas teased, grinning at Raphael. "This is Scuttlebutt, my loyal familiar," I said, beaming with pride as I scratched behind Scuttle's ears. "And that's Jinks, Lucas's faithful familiar." Raphael's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Familiars, you say? I'm not familiar with the concept." I chuckled at the pun, launching into an explanation. "Familiars are supernatural beings with the ability to shapeshift. They're powerful, and magical, and serve as our protectors and guides. They amplify our abilities and assist us in mastering our craft." Raphael's eyes widened, intrigued. "Fascinating! I think I might need a familiar of my own. Where do I sign up?"

"So you guys, really are mythical beings. And Pastonville is a cesspool of them." "Mythics is the right term you can describe us," Kairos said, demonstrating by using her magic green spores emitting from her hands and the wiggling of her pointy ears peeking out of her short brown hair. "But not a lot of good Mythics exist in the mortal world. Shawn and I are Halflings. That goes for Scarlett too. I'm a Half-Nymph." "I'm well...you know..." Shawn raised a shy smile until he popped out his wolf ears from his raven black hair and his tail blooming from his backside, wagging freely.

Even me. “Didn’t he tell you he was a hybrid?” he asked “He did, right before he left with Casler” I said “Use Castalia. That’s her name. He is a witch and a Wolf, just like Castalia. But She is stronger because she has a Lycan blood running through her veins” he continued “The Witch they told you who killed Lucas was him. But the story spread was, the witch was a woman, but the fact was, it was a man”

Saphira and Amethyst were reportedly beaten and assaulted by Felix, who was the Alpha of the Shadow Knight Pack. They were blooded, bruised, and had broken bones. Both Saphira and Amethyst were starting to lose hope that Xavier and Hunter weren’t coming for them. That they were going to have to become mates with Felix and his wolf, Timber. Felix had already marked Saphira the last time he forced himself onto her. She was also coming into heat—the time where Saphira’s body wanted to get pregnant.