Slugterra Novels & Stories

A mist thicker and colder than the outside started to envelope the tortorantula along with her . As the user , Chelsea could of course see through the mist but the tortorantula could not . It let out a shrill shriek that was fierce enough to raise all the hair on her body . The tortorantula started to knock around , shattering pieces of ice , letting out a huge bellow of anger . Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula .

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

Kyle nodded and raised a hand, signaling the Shadowthorn Pack guards to spread out and surround the area. The next second, a sharp, hysterical voice echoed from the mine. "Yuna! I knew you'd come!" Vera stepped from the shadows, her face pale but her eyes wild with fury. She clutched a slender silver launcher, flanked by two tall, gaunt Rogues. "Why won't you just die?" Vera snarled at Yuna. "The fall from the platform didn't finish you, the basement fire didn't finish you, and now even Damon's onto me!"

He turned his head fiercely and glared at me, roaring, "How dare you betray me? You contacted them secretly?" Zackrie glanced icily at Leonard and answered coldly, "Leonard, I'll explain everything you've done to the pack council. The former alpha of Silvermoon Pack said before that we'll accept Ms. Lydia back to Silvermoon Pack whenever she wants. And we'll always remember what you've done to Ms. Lydia." The manager in charge of the market transactions rushed over in a hurry from afar. His joy made his face distorted, completely unaware that he was speaking at the wrong time.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I turn to Mustapha who is standing a few feet away from us and beckons to him. As soon as he comes to a halt in front of us, I clear my throat before I start to talk. “I want you to get me as many silver stakes as you can, I going to make his last days very tortuous for him” “What do you plan on doing with the silver stakes, Luna?” Mustapha asks me and I can not help but scoff. Even I didn't even know that I could be this extreme but I guess pain brings out a person’s real character.