Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

“Good. Be smart and stay alive. No story’s worth a body bag.” Christina gave him a short nod and walked away. Her heart was racing again, but not from fear. This time, it was from determination. She didn’t look back. That evening, the sun was setting over the city as Katherina Blackwood stepped out of her black car, feeling nervous and on edge. She walked quickly toward the address she got from her private investigator Christina Vale’s townhouse. She rang the doorbell. The door opened slowly. Christina stood there in sweatpants and a tank top, holding a half-full glass of whiskey. Her eyes were tired but sharp.

But I kept snarling, kept fighting, kept making sure they understood exactly what they'd captured. "This is a mistake," one of them muttered—a young nightwalker who looked barely out of his teens. "She killed Sophia. Did you know that? Sophia Kingston, the one who murdered Xena Blackwood? Silvia tortured her for days before burning her alive. I heard the screams from the next territory over." "That's different," the werewitch said, though she sounded less certain now. "Sophia was a murderer. This is justice." "Justice?" the young nightwalker laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "This is suicide. When Alpha Xenois finds out we have his mother—"

"I traveled and went to see a witch who taught me how to harness my powers that came with being a full black wolf. With her help also, I learnt black magic. I came back with hatred in my heart towards Chloe. With the black magic, I tortured and later killed. I also cast a spell on you afterwards that you'd love me and me alone. The only thing that could break the spell was only if you kissed and fell in love with someone else which I thought was impossible till not until now. "But then this changes nothing because I am going to kill her just the same way I got rid of Chloe. You are mine and you are going to be just mine" He chuckled maniacally at the end. Then she turned to me and squeezed h

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

A man wearing a dark face mask skillfully snuck into Charles's room, and a second later, the house alarms exploded. The camera angle cut to the inside of the medical room. The killer could be seen entering the space, a sharp dagger gripped tightly in his hand as he thrust it straight down toward Charles's chest. Right at that terrifying moment, the bedroom door was violently kicked open. A towering figure charged toward the killer like a bullet, delivering a brutal kick straight to the intruder's chest. The shadow moved with such blinding speed that his face was completely blurred in the recording, but Chloe knew that posture instantly. She was absolutely certain it was Xavier Grayson.

"Viktor." Both women stared. Kate finally spoke. "Who's Viktor?" "My uncle." Ophelia added, "The lunatic." "He isn't a lunatic." "He tried to assassinate our father." "He had reasons." "He used a chandelier." "It almost worked." Kate stared between us. "This family gets more normal every day." --- Viktor Blackwood lived in a place sane wolves avoided. The Dead Forest. Which sounded dramatic until you actually visited. Then it sounded accurate. Nothing grew there. No birds. No insects. No streams. Just black trees that had been dead for several centuries and somehow refused to fall.

Never in my life have I seen this woman nor patronised her restaurant so where was all these accusations coming from. Why does JG have to blackmail me like this. This torture and turmoil is too much for me to handle. I think I have finally lost the race, this is a lost cause. No miracle can save me from this mess. JG is bent on getting his revenge and I could tell that nothing will stop him, absolutely nothing.

“You’re the only hybrid that exists. The man had your bite on his neck; drained from any drop of blood. They should've killed you the minute you were born, you’re a monster and will forever remain one.” Her words made a twisting feeling inside my stomach flip and it wasn’t even directed toward me. Xander stayed silent for a second or two, as if he was trying to register her words. If he said he didn’t kill one of them, then I believe that he didn’t because he’s not the type of man that would leave a mess like that. If he killed someone, he would hide the body so well that even ghosts wouldn’t find it. He’s not reckless in his decision nor careless, he knows his position with the witches and

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.