Thriller Novelas e Histórias

POV: Calista Rivers The first thrall cleared the ladder rail with its red eyes locked onto my throat. It didn’t breathe because the air around its jaw rippled with foul heat. I didn’t wait for it to stabilize its stance. I stepped into its guard, my left hand jamming into the smoky mass of its shoulder to anchor its position while my right drove the silver blade straight through its sternum. The second thrall was already over the rail behind me. Its obsidian claws scraped across my shoulder blade and tore through the tough leather of my jacket and sliced a clean line across my skin.

Marco turned to me, his gaze pinning me down like he was trying to find something more than what he could see. "_Tutti dobbiamo imparare a modo duro_.."He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper and the gun went off. "(We all have to learn the hard way.) Blood splattered everywhere on the wall behind him. Silence reigned, the cool breeze swept through the club's backyard and I just stood there. A witness to a murder. Marco DeSantos had just shot someone dead! TBC.

Wait and I will use a cheap knife for killing them. I stood up from the bed and go to my comfort room to pee. It’s already 3:00 am, I realized it’s the devil hour and I got up from a shitty dream. I finished peeing and immediately go to my bed. I roamed my eyes around. Ace is my next target yet I can’t finalize my plan. It was too hard to think of a successful plan how to kill them all. I am running out of ideas. I think I need to watch some suspense, mystery, thriller movies to help me give ideas. It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap.

"You haven't slept in two days." "There are no useful clues at the scene," Theron said, rubbing his temples. "Melted silver, traces of holy light, and that damned pile of ash. The killer was a professional." "Theron, we need to talk about Cerys." "Her again?" Theron’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing. "I don't care where she is! For all I care, she can rot!" "She's been missing for seven days…" "She's blackmailing me! She thinks this will force my hand?" Theron stood and paced the office. "I told you, I only care about one thing—Lilith's Blood Moon Festival!"

It might be another Thompson, perhaps she misheard. I did my best not to believe that. I really did but the truth however felt like a biting reality. And it always manages to bite now as I try to ignore it. My phone buzzed a couple of hours later as I was unpacking. Unknown Number: Mrs. Thompson, welcome home. Or should I say the sister of Miss Camille? I frowned. What the hell?. Then a second message arrived. Unknown Number: Watch and cry my love. It had a video file attached. I was hesitant to click.

I rushed to my door, swiped the key card, and pushed it open. And then the air left my lungs. The room wasn’t mine anymore—it was a scene out of a nightmare. My mind couldn’t process what I was seeing. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, but I couldn’t stop it. A hand dangled grotesquely from the ceiling fan, blood dripping steadily onto the carpet below. The walls were smeared with crimson streaks, a horrifying mural. On the table, a human heart sat on a plate like some grotesque offering, illuminated by the dim light. Ashes were scattered across the floor in intricate, haunting designs.

Siddarth shouted at Shruti tugging her hair tightly with his hand. " I want to finish you right here right now but not before getting what I want. Till then I will show where you actually belongs to..." Raging at Shruti Siddarth dragged her towards a heap of metal wastes and threw her towards them. Shruti crawled back crying miserably as much as she can but there is no way to escape. She panicked and turned around to see for a way to get out but stumbled there suddenly hearing the thud sound of metal hitting the floor. Fear filled face and widely opened eyes Shruti turned around and saw a monster Siddarth approaching towards her with a long iron rod. He hit that on ground along with his slo

She pursed her lips as she tried to intensify the clutch of her thread as much as she could, knowing perfectly well that everything would already be over. “Your wish is my command. Adios, jerk!” Without a second thought, Perry pulled the trigger. It was as though someone had slowed down the time. Hera could see perfectly the bullet plummeting toward its target, but she also felt that something was wrong. Trusting her instinct, she removed four of her threads from the president and connected them to the League and to her sister. With one swift movement, she threw them in the garage and closed the brick-like wall, leaving her in a state of tense silence.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.