Thot Slayer Novels & Stories

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

And I certainly didn’t expect the slip of a woman staring up at me to be the one who ended him. Something had to have helped her. I looked at her—small, trembling, fragile. Her wolf felt like a flickering candle, way too weak to cause the kind of carnage I’d seen in those crime scene photos. Conan was a warrior. To tear him apart like that… it required something darker. Something forbidden. Thalia Thorne. “Yes, Witchcraft,” I answered, my voice a blank, frozen slate. She blinked, clearly taken aback, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “I—I swear I’m not—”

“What were you going to do? What was your brilliant plan, huh?” she yells over the loud sound of the blades above us. I shake my head. “When I got him alone, I was going to break his neck or smother him or something less fucking dramatic than your Lethal Weapon strategy. He trusted me, and I could have killed him when I got him alone, but you have fucked up every chance of that happening, haven’t you?” I tap the side of my head angrily. “So stupid.”

one snarls, his boot slamming into my side. I can hear Quinn shouting still, struggling, fighting. “You fucking cowards!” he yells. “It took a group of you to jump one man? Let him go!” Another kick. My vision starts to blur at the edges. “You think you’re something, skating around, taking cock behind closed doors?” “Ryker’s little slut,” one hisses in my ear, dragging me back to my feet only to slam his fist into my stomach again. I double over, spitting blood, and they just laugh.

She specifically wanted to find a lizard - like VEIL that has fire powers, the prime suspect of her best friend's death. Tirana and Claros - Vayu's walk eventually led them to a little shop with a sign that said Slithermorrow. It was the shop when Tirana once bumped into Claros when she was intrigued to buy a basilisk fang. Tirana still couldn't believe the friendly man who treated her the fang turned out to be the fabled Master Inventor, a Scion, and then a traitor. The old merchant man of Slithermorrow greeted animatedly. "Master Inventor! I thought you're going out today?"

The last thought made him feel ill. Johnny knew when the time came, he’d go all He-man on their targets—forget He-man, he’d morph into some scary-ass Skeletor shit. Johnny pictured getting the Scythian alone in a room. Unmasked and cowering like a baby chick—as Johnny used a cleaver to exact his revenge. Doubtful that would happen, most likely it would be a quick kill-shot to the head. Slater nudged him. “How are you coping, bro?” “How do you think?”