Slay Baddie Novels & Stories

"And if things go bad, you run. Promise me." "If things go bad, we both run." She grabbed Axel's spare gun from the safe. "Let's end this." They took Duke's bike, roaring through the predawn darkness toward the old Reynolds property. The barn loomed against the night sky, paint peeling, roof sagging. A place of ghosts and violence. Connor's stolen police cruiser sat out front, driver's door open. Duke killed his engine a hundred yards out. They approached on foot, weapons drawn. "I know you're there," Connor's voice called from inside the barn. "Come in, little brother. Let's finish this."

There was a smugness to her tone as she confessed. "That was you?" Derris queried. "Yes. I figured if I couldn't have you, Red here couldn't either but yet, here we are. Since all my other plans didn't work, I decided, to hell with it. So I'll kill Allison first, then you... And probably Max too for copping out on me." "What are you talking about?" Nellie asked this time as I caught sight of Max looking away shamefully. "Oh, he never told you? You're such a coward, Max! Well, I might as well tell you. You see—"

“Dad! Get down!” Ash dropped to the ground immediately as Ray leaped over him and tackled the other gnag had been trying to sneak up on him from behind. Ray stood up and flicked the blood and slime from his hands with a look of disgust on his face. “These things are disgusting. I need an actual guns,” he complained. “There you are, sweet boy,” Bright replied just as a sword appeared in Ray hands. Then the Bright was right back to blasting slime car away from himself with his usual efficiency and flair.

I turn around and sigh in relief when I see everyone standing there. "Bane, leave now and we'll spare you." I hear Sky say to him as she steps forward, standing next to us. Her fists are clenched tightly as she glares over at the enemy. Bane lets out a condescending laugh before glaring at us. "I'm finally going to kill you Skylar and then I'll be the ruler of the supernatural world. Now get them!" He yells before everyone charges. I snarl and go straight for another witch, going straight for his neck. He dodges my attack before slamming into my side and kicking me in my ribcage. I whimper in pain but ignore it and jump him again. I quickly kill him before moving onto the next one.

It hurt! I drowned a grimace in pain as I watched Billy take a hand to the affected area. "Shit, Billy!" Do not leave! "Damn bitch." He approached me and slapped me, so hard that he turned my face. And burned. It burned like what. -V! I heard Hasley scream. I noticed that Billy raised his hand again, trying to hit me, but in that someone appreciated behind him, hitting him with something. Billy fell unconscious as it was a blow to the head. I looked at the above. The man The man with the balaclava. And I was in front of me, close to me. "Shit!" I heard Matt say. The guy dressed in black raised the rifle, so I tensed immediately, but I didn't aim at me but behind me. "Let her go," he ordered

He launched to Remy, pushed him against the car. Remy jerked out of his hold, remained calm. “I was part of that. I left before you hit someone, and people who have watched that had witnessed that I wasn’t there anymore.” “You can’t get out of this. You will go down with me, Larkin.” “Don’t threaten me, Adrian.” “If I can’t come to you, I will come to the people you care about, including that bitch!” The moment he spat the word bitch out, he made my impending anger blaze so hot.

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

I spat mockingly trying to get at her. “How dare you!” She snarled, her hand flying towards my face in a vicious slap. But I was ready for her. With lightning-fast reflexes, I caught her wrist mid-air, my grip like a vice. "You shouldn't have done that," I hissed, my eyes turning yellow. Ciara's face twisted in fear as I twisted her wrist, making her cry out in pain. "You'll regret this," she spat, her eyes welling up with tears. I leaned in, my voice low and deadly. "I'm not the one who's going to regret anything. You're just a pathetic, jealous little girl who can't stand to see someone else happy."

Perhaps it was a squirrel, I thought and still holding the phone to my ear, I went to close my window shut. But as I approached the window, something happened. The curtains moved aside and someone slipped in to my room. Atlas Shaughnessy was casually dressed in sneakers,grey sweatpants and a hoodie but still looking like a fucking god!

Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to. Yadiel raised his silver blade, its edge glinting with a deadly promise in the dim light. With every muscle tensed for the kill, he prepared to deliver a series of devastating strikes to Damien. In the ruthless gaze of a villain, the bonds of blood were rendered meaningless—a mere whisper of kinship drowned out by the clamor for power.