Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

For them, bliss was equivalent to no b*tchy-asses trying to put you six feet under the ground. Zion took a bite out of the brownies and pressed a button on the laptop and on the projector screen several blurry pictures of a woman figure, which were probably taken from a distance appeared, "...that's the places she last appeared. Killed thirteen burly guys without even sweating. Quite secretive and purely professional. A sexy assassin with surprises" "Not-so-Gentlemen, I present to you, black swan!" Then he pressed another button and played a blurry clip of a woman, killing men with knife and blades. In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

She took the black ceramic blade from her sheath—the one Viktor had taught her to use when she was fourteen. "You weren't a father, and you weren't a mentor," Sloane said, her voice dropping to a whisper that was more terrifying than a scream. "You were just the man who watched my mother die." She drove the blade home. Viktor’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as the light began to fade. He didn't fight. He slumped against her, his blood staining the silk of her shirt. "Now..." Viktor wheezed, a final, dark irony in his voice, "...you are truly... the Black Rose."

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.

Thanatos said, fading back into shadow himself, "is what Marcus Blackstone plans to do with his resurrection. And why he needs an army of Shadow Walkers to do it." The Hunters burst through the door, their starlight weapons aimed at our hearts. Derek's lightning crackled, my fire roared, but we were outnumbered fifty to one. "Mona Blackstone," their leader said, voice distorted by his helmet. "By order of the Council of Stars, you're under arrest for the murder of Cyrus Phoenix." Murder. They'd watched us give him mercy and called it murder. "Run," Thanatos whispered, and suddenly the shadows weren't our enemies but our escape route, pulling us into the spaces between spaces as the Hunters'

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

Helen was still not convinced. “She? I know her. The hunter whore. She has nothing to do with the killings, but she should die.” “Why?” This was her. “Why did you kill them?” “Because they deserve it.” Black swallowed his eyes. He was hiding something, and she would find that out. After all of Reign’s tricks, she needed to know all his manipulations and secrets. She refused to let him walk all over her and to overlook him doing monstrous acts. His name and every thought about him were accompanied by a pain that was not physical. She would not admit that came from her heart.

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