Black Christmas Killer 소설 & 이야기

"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

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.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

And when he realized her heart already belonged to Zevarion, it was like watching a star collapse into a black hole. He began to chant low, guttural incantations in a tongue older than time. Young Vireya stepped back in fear. She could feel the wrongness curling around her like smoke. Then father stepped inside and Xareth killed him. Just like that. The breath fled from my lungs. Tears welled in my eyes as I watched the moment play out. My father, my sweet, quiet strength, fell to the ground in a lifeless heap, he was always a victim of what he doesn't understand.

The way it drags at the air, thick and suffocating, like drowning in tar. I’m already moving before I realize I’ve decided. Damon’s hand slams around my wrist, his fingers digging in just shy of bruising. “Misha.” His voice is a whipcrack, low and lethal. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I twist, but he doesn’t let go. His other hand comes up, gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes are black in the moonlight, the blue swallowed by pupil, his face all sharp angles and fury. “You don’t know what the fuck that thing is. It could be a trap. It could be a hunter’s bait. It could be—”

She is d*mn serious right now. “I’ve been waiting for this day to come. Belphegor was the demon who mercilessly killed 24,000 citizens of Sephora Kingdom, including my parents. He seized the souls of my countrymen and used them as a power source for his loathsome invention. Those agonizing and tormenting events are still vivid in my head,” she added. Okay, I see now. Her motivation to fight is revenge. She want to avenge those 24,000 mages who were ruthlessly killed by Belphegor.