Slave Bl Novels & Stories

Bo tells him, before glancing at Gray. “No, of course not,” Gray says with a sigh. “There was nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening.” “I have caught wind of a rumor,” Alazaer says slowly, cautiously. “Supposedly there is still some wolfsbane out East.” “Where?” Bo asks. Alazaer drops his gaze down to the ground. “Alazaer,” Gray says. “Where?” “Maine,” Alazaer answers reluctantly. Gray barks out laughing.

I slam the door behind me. I jog down the front steps and head to my bike. "Luke!" I turn around. My friend, Bobby, comes from the side of the house. Bobby Sloan. You might remember his brother, Blade. Bobby's smaller, but has same type of biker look his brother has. Long, black hair. Dark, menacing complexion. Loves to fight. Just a really cool guy. The Sloans are the Betas of the place. If I ever took over, Bobby would become my Beta and that's cool with me. I really don't trust anyone else.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

Matthew got off of Bilgrae and took a few steps back and saw what happened. Bilgrae was wheezing for air. His breaths were shallow and each breath he took was painful. Matthew hadn’t realised what he had done. It was a terrible scene to witness. However, for a better future, Matthew must kill this lizardman. It would be a great loss of military power for the Scarlett Army.

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However, before he can react or make a move, she swiftly turns and runs away from him, determined to put distance between them. Clutching his wolf-like nails onto the trunk of a nearby tree, Blaze mutters to himself, his voice laced with a simmering determination, "I swear, you will have to pay for this slap, little lamb." His words carry a hint of both threat and intrigue, hinting at a deeper connection between them and the potential consequences their encounter may hold.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

“Yeah. Now, we ARE agreeing about something, Miss Mable.” Mable let out a laugh. “Yep. I do think you may just be the woman for this job. Smart and not about to take any shit. You remind me of someone.” Maggie gazed up at her. “Oh? You mean Daisy?” Shaking her head, Jet’ mother snickered. “Nope. Me!” She grinned. “Back in the day, when Slade went after me? He got a face full of dirt several times over. I thought of him as the James Dean of cowboys. Good looking as a morning sunrise, but all skirt chasing and diddle dallying.”

“You didn’t tell me that part.” He met my eyes. “I didn’t want to scare you.” Caleb threw his hands in the air. “You are failing spectacularly.” I rubbed my temples. “What do you mean reacts to blood?” Blaze lifted one hand slowly. “My blood touched the sand last night.” Sheila swallowed. “And?” “And it burned.” Caleb swore. “You bleed acid now?” “No,” Blaze replied flatly. “The sand smoked.” Sheila stared at him. "That’s not normal.” Caleb let out a short breath.