Thot Slayer Novels & Stories

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”

She hastily descended down the stairs and reached in the basement. She saw all the servants and maids including Tyler, Iris and Violet standing there with their gaze lowered on the floor. She further moved in the basement and what she saw shuddered her soul in pain. Her tears turn aggressive looking at that devil raining hunter on Ace. Ace sat there on his knees on the floor while lowering his head and that devil was mercilessly hitting hunter on his body making his shirt to torn and with every hit Ace's skin was slitting open and blood was oozing out from his wounds. Ace was silently taking his every hit without letting out any groan or painful voice.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

Different patterns and sculpture were designed upon the balconies beautifully. "Enough drooling for now. We should get in, shouldn't we?" Irun mocked me and I rolled my eyes at her. The whole walk here she annoyed me with her stupid questions and accusations of me trying to invade their Kingdom despite Roe reminding her what Mydia had said, repeatedly. Apparently, Mydia was an Elf female who could see future sometimes, in glimpses, like the high priest.

Now, three identical shadow-beings advanced on me, their yellow eyes burning with cold malevolence. "Thalia!" Cassius’s voice was ragged, strained with effort. "Try fire!" Of course. Not force, but transformation. Closing my eyes for a fraction of a second, I poured every ounce of my will into a singular point of heat in my palm, envisioning a roaring, white-hot furnace. I opened them and hurled the nascent star at the central creature. It was instantly engulfed. A shriek tore through the air—a sound of pure agony and dissolving matter—as its shadowy form was unraveled by the flames, burned away into absolute nothingness.

I ask, turning and starting to walk back. I hear him fighting the warriors before I hear a very strong kick to his gut. That would be Kier. He has almost as much reason to hate Slater as I do. It could very easily have been Arianna that Arlo targeted, or even Slater. I’m sure it was only a matter of time before Slater followed in his brother’s raping footsteps.