Anwe The Killer Novels & Stories

Anthony was a father. It was the third time he was receiving the unappreciated news of the murder. The killer was torturing the victims before slitting their necks. Zain still couldn't find the weapon and the next clue. The only thing he found an identical clue was the chemicals. The serial killer was maybe some kind of worker at any company or maybe he was a... " Do we have any painters in our town?” Zain asked furrowing in confusion.

Kevin Kyle thought that he could finally be in peace after Warren Silas and his comrades were caught, and he could finally live a blissful life with both his Karens. He did not expect that there was another mysterious killer behind Warren Silas' death. The mysterious killer was capable of murdering Warren Silas in the military region of Chatterton Town without leaving any clue. No clues that could possibly be traced back to them. The fact that the mysterious killer could murder a person in the military region of Chatterton Town under the watchful eyes of Neil Brown quietly was concerning.

Unknown POV "Another inhuman incident occurred on May 24, 2021, between 12:30 and 2:30 A.M. The victim, identified as Mr. Andrew Wilkins, 24, a landscape architect, was brutally murdered in cold blood in a desolate location by puncturing his chest and shoving away his heart by an unknown repulsive suspect. According to the police department, this has been the 17th reported murder from the same culprit ever since these mysterious killings has started 6 months ago.."

"They'd have called the State to pick me up." Momma hummed. "Exactly. You ran away for a good reason. Ryker is not mad at you for keeping this from him. Merely upset that you failed to tell him you were being blackmailed because of it. Now, one last issue to discuss. Who is Annie Pells?" Shit. "She's the little girl I killed," I said softly. "What the fuck?" Turo said from behind me in a low snarl. I spun around, my eyes wide. Double shit.

the reporter started gently, "I know the Premier's wife had said exactly the same thing when two guests were found dead at her exclusive event last two weeks, but have you thought: maybe there is a chance these murders are being committed by a...a psychopath?" The brunette, Annelise, trained a prim glare on him. "A psychopath doesn't drink people's blood." The reporter looked at her pointedly. "Psychopaths aren't known to be in their right minds either." The camera switched back to the female newscaster. "And there you have it, good citizens. While we don't know the identity of the killer yet, I can tell you that it's not a...vampire. Until the authorities are able to get a hold of this psy

Alfi asked. “You... You killed Anggun!” Awan exclaimed. ”I love her so much and we almost got married before. How dare you kill her!” He sobbed. “Anggun? Who the hell is that?” Alfi said casually. “How dare you forget the one you have killed!” Awan is irritated. “Seriously, I don’t know anything who the heck Anggun is.” Kata Alfi. ”Do you guys know who she is?” He asked his party. “She is the one who attacked Babancong. When we met for the first time, remember?” Herman explained.

We'll be kings but only if we could control him. The war was going to start up again, now that there's speculation that he might still be alive. It's only just a matter of time before someone fires the right gun at the wrong person. I shook my head in disbelief. The identity of the infamous hacker rests in the hands of a twenty-two-year-old girl. Who would've thought? "How do we know she's not Cypher?"

The iron gates beneath the platform groaned open, the sound echoing across the arena like a warning. Every student instinctively stepped back, yet not a single instructor moved. Instead of wolves, six creatures emerge—sleek, shadow-like beasts with glowing amber eyes and long antlers twisted like branches. They don't attack. They circle the arena, sniffing the air as though searching for something. One Beta whispers, "Night Stalkers..." Another mutters, "Why are they using them on freshers?"

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.