Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

Two of Victor's men, dressed in full black tactical gear, burst through the smoke at the base of the stairs, their weapons raised. Before they could even register my frame, I squeezed the trigger. Three heavy rounds tore through the chest of the first mercenary, throwing his body back against the stone pillar. Beside me, Nathaniel appeared from the adjacent corridor, his sidearm barking three times in perfect, precision, neutralizing the second target before the man could drop his rifle. Bullets are exchanged with a savage, unrelenting ferocity as the air grows thick with the suffocating stench of copper and spent brass.

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

I don’t know how much power those souls can give, but it has to be a lot if he thinks it will give him a shot. Instantly, Phoenix and my dad are on his heels, prepared to kill. My dad’s wolf crashes into Xavier, making his face slam into the glass chamber and as Xavier body slides to the ground, my dad’s wolf puts his throat in his mouth. Still aware of everything going on, the wolf looks up to Phoenix, waiting for Phoenix to confirm the death. Phoenix presses his lips together and gives him a single nod, confirming the kill. Without hesitation, his wolf’s teeth pierces through Xavier’s neck and rips it out. It’s like the weight in the room is lifted as this death officially ended Xavier Bla

I said. I examined my attacker. His ragged black hair came down the sides of his head like knives. His scowling brow lorded over his eyes and shrouded the skin around them in darkness—indeed, I could not see the edges of his eyes at all, only their blood red irises, burning with quiet rage. The lower half of his face was covered by a black leather mask, three metal spikes protruding out of it in a vertical line. The blades tied to his wrists were long enough to reach his ankles—it was one of these, no doubt, that had been at my throat. Their straps covered his wrists and palms, but left his fingers and thumbs free. His clothes were black rags. It occurred to me that Sven matched the descript

"If you would just give me some seconds to explain, it would be better for all of you. I don’t need anyone to interrupt until I am done with whatever I am talking about. After that, you can ask your questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their heads, and Daphne looked at Liam for assurance. He gave a stiff nod for her to continue. "The black wolves are hunters. But you see, they are different from the others who want to use us for experiments or make a new drug for immortality. They are soul-sucking demons, and they want nothing more than to destroy packs, isolate them, and then claim them. These ones derive pleasure from killing. There is no afterlife if they get you." "Is that what happened to

"Because I've been investigating Dante Mrs. Blackwood. I know his methods. I know his patterns. I know he sends beautiful women when he needs something done quietly. Tears burned behind Rosa’s eyes "You watched the video." "Everyone watched the video. Dante made sure of that. He wanted the world, or at least certain parts of it, to know that Rosa Blackwood had become Rosa Kelvin. That Pierce Blackwood's wife now belonged to Kelvin” . "I know what happened to your daughter. I know about the kidnapping. I know about Kelvin's obsession with you. And I know that you killed him on your wedding night." "Then you know I'm not a killer. Not really. I was defending myself "

-“Forty policemen were found dead, witnesses say they saw a man dressed in black spandex with two black swords, riding a black power bike. The police suspect this man to be the assassin and a very skilled one at that. The corpses of the forty police officers were in a grotesque state that shouldn't be shown to the public. They were butchered like animals. The target of this assassin seems to be a college professor, Mr Emmanuel Olewike. The Commissioner of Police has sworn to find this assassin who calls himself Black Heart.” I turned off the TV, tossed the remote on the couch and left the room for the bathroom. Hollow Reaper had already gotten me info on the next target. Another college prof

She turned her head, to see the devotion in his eyes, and offered him a smile in return. Killian took a deep breath, forcing himself back into his strategic mindset. He stepped closer to her, his expression turning deadly serious. "Now that I have officially confirmed it is the real Cassius Blackwood..." Killian rumbled, his eyes locked onto hers with a dark warning. "I am afraid we are getting dragged into a very, very messy game, Sweetness. Cassius is a Sadistic who loves playing games." Instead of looking terrified, Elara’s lips curved into a smirk.

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates