Slashfic Characters Novels & Stories

"Nicklaus isn't gonna ever let you outta this dungeon, he's gonna let you rot in here forever unless you come with me.." Terrified and a deep panic swam around her brain as she drowned on it and it made it even harder for her to breathe.. It made her go insane... Who was gonna help her break outta this hell hole? "Who .... Are... You? Why.... Are you doing...this to me?" Skylar managed to let out the question that was swindling in her head before the real darkness consumed but heard a faded Answer from the stranger... "You can call me crucifix, Daughter of Lilith.."

So she grabbed the silver blade Lucian had given her earlier and drove it through the creature's skull, black blood spraying across her armor as it disintegrated to ash. "There are too many," she breathed. Dante roared and shifted to his wolf form, his red fur blazing like fire as he tore into the shadows, but these weren't normal shadow wolves, these were bigger and faster and their claws left trails of darkness in the air. "They're different," Zephyr shouted as he slashed at one with his silver blade, the wolf's chest opening but it kept coming anyway like it didn't feel pain. "They're not just corrupted," Lucian growled, breathing heavily with blood running down his arm. "They're somethin

Images flashed through her mind – grotesque creatures born of darkness, whispers insidious and seductive, a chilling loneliness that promised oblivion. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught her eye. A shadowy form detached itself from the darkness, its eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Before she could react, a dozen more figures materialized, their grotesque forms a symphony of claws, fangs, and leathery wings – creatures born from Xol'thul's very essence. Ethan drew his sword with a practiced flick of his wrist, the blade gleaming faintly in the darkness. Kael, his face etched with grim determination, summoned energy around his hands, forming crackling bolts of protective magic.

And do you bring friends with you this time? Lucifron comes forward and hugs Gary, making him uncomfortable. There were so many people looking. - You are not dreaming. This is reality. Don't you like my hug? – asks Lucifron. - I like it, I missed you, but so many people are watching. Sophia runs to Gary's side and says: - Hello, my name is Sophia and I'm a kitsune, and this is Fenix. She's a Fenix. - Sophia laughed. - she said, pointing to the small bird that had already grown a lot and was sitting on her shoulder.

She sneered at me, stepping closer to me. “VERA!” Jason yelled. “She is fine, she did nothing wrong. You know how Nathan is about his mates. That is what Katya is playing at. Fiona here carried her bags like I am sure she has done multiple times. Katya though, Katya is the devil” He said laughing. “Luna, Katya, Silvia, Diego, this here is Vera, my mate. Vera here is a witch/vampire hybrid. She means no one any harm, she is just very protective of me.” He explained while walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her hips, drawing her into him. “Katya? Katya? Sofie and Sarah were going to head to the mall, is there anyway ....” A little girl, probably around 16, walked into the room f

“Do I strike you as much of a monster as all that?” He was reading my thoughts again. I winced. He scoffed in annoyance. Desperate to change the subject I asked again. “Will you tell me what it said?” I scooted up the bed. Massaging my wrist where the shackle had ground into my skin. “It said there’s a roaming LightFly.” “What’s that?” “A creature that feeds on the spirits of children. And if a parent catches them, they turn into something that can mesmerize the parent.” “Like a light?” I asked. Imagining someone staring dumbly at a glowing beacon.

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

"What?" She crossed her arms, chewing her lip like she was weighing her words, then finally sighed. "Look, we all know it’s insane enough that you exist in the first place. A hybrid of two things that have never really mixed. And I believe this might be a consequence of that and more, Harlyn." Her eyes flickered with something peculiar, not pity, but a bystander's understanding. "I believe the opposing natures of lycanthropy and sorcery have somehow... split. Manifested into individual entities that are both fighting for dominance."

And I certainly didn’t expect the slip of a woman staring up at me to be the one who ended him. Something had to have helped her. I looked at her—small, trembling, fragile. Her wolf felt like a flickering candle, way too weak to cause the kind of carnage I’d seen in those crime scene photos. Conan was a warrior. To tear him apart like that… it required something darker. Something forbidden. Thalia Thorne. “Yes, Witchcraft,” I answered, my voice a blank, frozen slate. She blinked, clearly taken aback, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “I—I swear I’m not—”