Yandere Slashers X Reader Novels & Stories

*** Sereia's POV *** The courtyard below was a graveyard of scorched silver and broken Lycan elites. Before the ash could even settle, Xander moved. He didn't take the stairs. With a flex of his massive legs, he cleared the forty-foot vertical leap from the crater directly to my balcony, landing silently in a crouch. He was breathing heavily, his white tactical shirt torn to shreds, his skin slick with sweat and the blood of the Vanguard. The feral, psychotic edge of his Alpha war-form was still bleeding through his human features—his claws remained extended, and his eyes were a burning, radioactive crimson.

I gasped when his fingers slid between my legs—he didn’t waste time. “You're soaked,” he growled, slipping a thick finger inside me, then another. I moaned into his mouth. He threw me onto the bed. My shirt was gone. My bra was next. His mouth latched onto my nipple, tongue swirling, while his fingers worked me open. Then Luca walked in. He didn’t blink. Just smirked. “Sharing, huh?” Rafe didn’t stop. Neither did I. Luca crossed the room, knelt by the bed, and kissed me hard. His hand slid down my body while Rafe fingered me. Then Luca’s tongue joined the fun.

Xander was in charge of the Bloodshadow wolves, his eyes showing malice. Damon's anger reached its boiling point. He sprinted towards Xander, fully intent on putting an end to it for good. Kyra. Kyra witnessed Damon disengage from the altercation and make a beeline for Xander. Fear and determination made her heart pound. She couldn't allow Xander to confront him by himself. She pursued him, slicing through the disorder to get to his side. As they neared Xander, she sensed a chilling, analytical aura. This wasn't simply a fight; it was a long-anticipated clash.

Jason warns pointing his index finger at xyla shoving him away from the door as he closes the door banging it behind him, Xyka looks down to nadir who doesn't react or pay attention to wither boys, "You care to explain?" Xyla asks nadir , Nadir doesn't respond instead she lays down on her bed putting in her covers and pulling the duvet around her, "I won't have you treat me this way, you might be the Luna to the pack but between you and I must I remind you there is connection between is? I'm your other half your mate you can't shove me aside just when you want to" xyla yells at nadir as he sees she's paying no attention to him,

"You think I don't know what you did to her? You can run your mouth all you want because you won't be able to soon." Xander smirked, stepping to the side to circle me, but I moved with him. "Do you really think you can take me on? I'm a full-blooded Lycan. You're just a bear. Besides, I gave her what she wanted, and she loved it. I bet you haven't seen half the shit she can do. The little prude needed to learn how to open up, and she loved being dominated." "You've already signed your death warrant. I suggest you walk away now before I cash in."

I want to march right up to him, shove him against the wall, demand what the hell he thinks he’s doing with my Lyra. But something worse claws at me. It’s the cold, biting, hard truth: I don’t get to be the jealous Alpha here. I don't get to be jealous at all. I am nothing but a trainer to her. A bastard trainer who slept with her and then pushed her away like she was nothing. I left the door open for this. Xander smiles when he sees me, and it sets my blood on fire. “Morning.” he says smoothly. Then he lifts his hand and scratches the back of his head, awkwardly looking back at Lyra's door.

I stared at Lilia and felt my heart twisted in burning as If a Jagdkommando knife was twisted deeply to the very depths of my lungs down to my stomach. She begged, she fucking pleaded but I'm too blind to please Alveria and the pack, getting blind by silly laws and customs biding the pack. And what worsened my state? If she hadn't closed her mind link with me, maybe I wouldn't have felt so awful right now. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten to hear that desperate shrilly longing voice of hers to ask Jax to stay! Goddess!! "You piece of shit!" Xander growled at me, he was hyperventilating all of a sudden. He was making my body hurt and all I wanted to do was punch something so hard, give myself a w

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

I didn't think my body could take anymore. His hands held my waist in place and he chuckled. "You like this, little whore, fuck yes, you like this." Then he let out a growl and I felt a pool of hot liquids coat every inch of my insides. "Mine!" His Lycan said in a deep voice, delivering another sharp slap to my ass. "Yes, I'm yours!" I shouted. Goddess, I wanted to be his and now I truly am. He felt amazing inside me, filling me, taking me, using me. I was his and I wanted to be his.

The idea of being fiercely desired by Xander tugged at the strings of my heart, a testament to the depth of our connection. As I looked at Xander, I saw the conflict mirrored in his eyes—the struggle between protecting what was his and honoring the essence of my spirit. I felt a surge of tenderness for him, an acknowledgment of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his alpha exterior. His desire to shield me from others, especially Silas, spoke volumes about the intensity of his emotions.