Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

"Report," Lucas ordered the moment they stepped into a secluded room hidden from the eyes of everyone else. "A contract killer. No family on record. The only person connected to him was a pregnant live-in partner whom he murdered while high on drugs. He was paid three thousand dollars to take Young Madame's life. He's also one of the country's most wanted criminals," one of the men reported grimly. "Three thousand dollars?" Ethan repeated in disbelief, irritation evident in his voice at the pitiful price placed on his wife's life.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Since it displayed Nick as a total, raving lunatic, should he ever come out and talk about THEM, no one would ever believe him anyway. I turn my attention to the most recent string of murders, which will hopefully be the most useful in helping me figure out how to track down this sonofabitch. Thirteen people killed, so far. The first was Susan Baker. Twenty-one. Caucasian. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five-foot-three. Her body was found, eviscerated, in the middle of Chester Park. Next was Adam Jackson. Forty-five. African-American. Six-foot-two. Found, also eviscerated, in an apartment complex dumpster.

Grabbing hold of Christine’s arm and stretching it out and behind her she pulled it taught and said, “Oh and unlike you the gun was a gift for me from your beloved Alastor, but I am sure you already knew that.” Saying that she kicked at her shoulder joint dislocating her bone with a loud crack which mixed in with cries of Christine. She had seen it coming but was unable to do anything making the experience more painful. She had always been more of a tracker than a killer and her rusty skills were no match to a crazy person who was out for blood lust.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

I walked fast toward the side hallway, hiding behind one of the columns, and saw the imposing figure of Killian Blackwood standing in the middle of reception. His bare torso kept showing the open grooves from Mark's attack, and his Alpha Hybrid aura expanded through the place like a tide of sulfur. “I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU MUST SEARCH UNDER THE STONES OF THE BORDER, IDIOTS!! FIND MY WOMAN RIGHT NOW!!” Killian shouted, slamming his fist against the marble counter, cracking the stone from a single impact. “MOVE MORE MEN!! Check the neighboring packs!! Murder anyone who refuses to give a goddamn clue of what the hell happened!!” the Hybrid shouted again.

He exhaled loudly " what hurts more was, the killer is still yet to be found We never found the killer. The suspect said it was a rogue o came in disguise that killed her but I don't believe that bullshit. I know deep down that the killer is here in this pack and is also breathing" That's so sad " Didn't you ask for any help ?" " Of course I did but unfortunately the killer used dark magic to commit the crime so it was hard for us to know the real person" Black magic ?! I hope it's not what I'm thinking right now! "

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”