Thot Slayer Novels & Stories

From the floor, I stare up at him, and the barrel of his gun as he points it at me, grinning at me with a mouth full of blood. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, Brixton?" "I told you I was gonna fucking kill your fucking ass for hurting my girl." "You're gonna kill me?" "Yeah, that's what I fucking said, isn't it?" "All over that slut over there?" He uses the gun to point to Harely, who's still in a ball on the couch, hiding behind the pillow, refusing to watch the events take place. Hearing him call her a slut over and over again awakens the devil inside of me, and much like earlier, right before I killed Trigger, I'm having trouble holding the devil back.

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.”

Less than 10 seconds later I receive a text. SLONE: Holy hell, girl, he’s FIIIIINE! ME: But is he a serial killer? SLONE: Nah, he’s way too hot! ME: So was Jeffrey Dahmer. SLONE: Would Jeffrey Dahmer let you take his photo? ME: Fair point. SLONE: If you don’t take a slice of that beefcake I will! ME: OMG!! SLONE: He he! (winking devil) Taking a deep, steadying breath, I cautiously step outside.

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.

Theo ran toward me, crying so hard he could barely breathe. "Mom! Save me! I know I was wrong!" A tentacle whipped toward his back— Sylar moved like a flash. His silver hair snapped out like a blade and sliced the tentacle clean off. "Ahhh!" Chloe screamed as black fluid sprayed from the wound. Adrian stared at me, struggling to find his voice. "Sia... you've been fixing the game this whole time?" Sylar stepped in front of me, silver hair falling down his back. His voice was lazy, but the killing intent underneath it was impossible to miss.

He saw the way I stood—not like a victim, but like a woman who had killed gods and lived to tell the story. "It'll cost you," he said, a slow, dark smirk spreading across his face. "I don't work for free, and I don't work for 'Causes.' I work for 'Grit.'" "I'll pay your price," I said, my voice absolute. "Whatever it is." "Fine," Thorne said, turning back to his skiff. "The name’s Thorne. And you are?" I looked at the hologram of the "Original" Zora, then back at the man I loved who didn't know me. I thought about the "Obsidian-Violet" power that was still sleeping in my marrow, waiting for a reason to wake up.