Slugterra Eli Shane Novels & Stories

Her elbow moved reflexively and struck his chin. Then, she booted him in his groin, earning a groan from him. "Bitch!" Trevor howled in pain. He clamped his hands between his thighs and fell to the ground. "That'd teach you never to sneak up on me," Kira glared, her knees collided with his face, and she raised her hands in the air. "Never underestimate what I can do!" Trevor moaned, and the ground tilted underneath him. His head reeled and pounded as a splitting headache surged into him.

she breathed, but loud enough for us all to hear. Sharon chuckled gleefully. “See, Your Highness? I told you she would be lurking around here.” Elara ignored her, as she fixed her focus entirely in me. She took another step forward, her movement smooth and calculating. “Hello,” she said, her tone dangerously polite. “I am Elara, daughter of Alpha Kael of the Silvermane Pack, and destined Luna of the Shadow Fang Pack. And you are?” I opened my mouth to answer, to cling to some shred of composure, but Sharon cut in with a contemptuous snort.

She smiled lazily. “And how funny—turns out that thug just happens to be my own family. Guess that makes it an act of righteousness too. “Good citizens like me aren’t easy to find these days.” “You—” Shane’s face twisted in fury, his fists clenching tight. He ground his teeth and spat, “Layla Xander, how dare you still act so high and mighty? Just because you’ve been trending online for a few days, you think you’re actually someone now? Don’t forget where you really stand.”

Shane walked in and bowed his head, “I’m happy you are home Luna Selene and I’m happy to see you want to eat Luna Nahla. He rolled in a cart full of all sorts of food and the girls helped him set the table. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, club sandwiches, homemade pizza, fresh bread, fresh orange juice and milk. “Will you be joining us Shane?”, Nahla asked. “No thank you Luna, I have to fetch my daughter from the sitter. “Aww, what is her name?”, Selene excitedly asked. “Ava, she's a month old”, Shane smiled sadly. His mate Isla passed away during child birth, Selene read his mind. “We’re here if you ever want to talk or need a babysitter”, Selene smiled at him. “I can eat a co

In that moment I knew I was not talking to Shane, but Spencer instead! Shane has a tattoo on his left forearm of a black cat in remembrance to his friend Catalina who tragically died in a hit and run accident. "You are not Shane!" I said in a shaky voice. Kyle pulled out his 9.mm and pointed it at Spencer’s head.

Shane's eyes almost pooped from its socket and it was the same with Layla. " Brielle.. " Shane called, almost in a whisper. T B C

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“She shielded Elara during the ambush. Took the brunt of the attack. Didn’t even make a sound.” Lyra felt a sharp pang of grief. Rhea, a young ShadowClan warrior, known for her quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, had given her life to protect Elara, a Silvermoon healer. The sacrifice was a testament to the depth of the bond that had formed between the two packs, a bond forged not just in shared battles but in mutual respect and selfless devotion.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

​The defeat of the Guardian Mandate marked a seismic shift in the climate of the Sterling Estate. Eleanor and Robert Sterling retreated to their political and social commitments, their silence more oppressive than their interference, yet the foundation of their power had been temporarily undermined. Liam, having exposed his deepest trauma and publicly proclaimed Elara as his "Indispensable Partner and Co-Parent," could not retreat either. The unspoken terms of their new, human contract demanded intimacy, not in the romantic sense, but in the vulnerable, high-stakes commitment to shared survival.