Novel & Cerita Black Christmas Killer

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Thorne's smugness wavers. "The summoner is Valeria Blackwood, nineteen years old, trained in shadow magic using stolen texts from Morgath the Desecrator's personal grimoire." Hope clicks through evidence photos. "She has five conspirators embedded in Gathering attendees, planning to complete the final sacrifice during tomorrow's ceremony." Elder Blackwood stands abruptly. "That's my granddaughter. You're accusing my family—" "I'm stating facts, Elder Blackwood. Your granddaughter has killed six wolves already and plans to kill two hundred more. Whether you knew about her plans is a separate question."

With a dark, feral grunt, the massive Alpha violently threw his weight onto the steel bar. SCREECH. The sound of thick iron nails tearing out of cheap wood violently split the air. Jax stepped up right beside him, curling his massive, calloused fingers under the splintering wood where Fennigan had created a gap. With a synchronized, terrifying surge of pure werewolf strength, the two brothers ripped the entire top half of the lid clean off. The rough pine completely shattered, exposing the dark interior of the crate. And there he was. Damon Blackwood. The monster who had built a slaughterhouse under their feet. His skin was pale and waxy in the dim fluorescent light of the loading bay, his b

“Everyone here will testify that the young alpha attacked me first. Unstable. Grief-stricken over his father. It was only a matter of time.” Lies. All lies. But the wolves who knelt were already nodding. Already rewriting history. Vax’s eyes locked on mine. “You felt it, didn’t you? When did he fell?” My heart stopped. “That surge of power,” Vax continued quietly. “That wasn’t grief. That was something else entirely.” He stepped closer. “What exactly are you, Christina Black?” I didn’t answer. Kyros stirred. Careful. He’s more dangerous than he looks.

"The person... I suspect it was Black Hawk..." "..." Felix inhaled sharply, shocked. Black Hawk, the notorious killer, had returned? Caitlin’s greatest concern now was Sebastian’s safety. "Felix, the real killer is still on board! You need to check the scene, but I have to leave immediately!"

It looked as though a bomb had gone off. “Don’t ask…” he muttered, noticing how I was scanning the room. “What could you possibly be missing?” Enzo pulls the shutters down on the windows, and I feel like I’m living in some alternate reality. Or maybe a zombie movie. “Farrah Blackwood is a deranged, psychopathic murderer. She was so successful, she killed an Alpha and a Beta, as well as ten pack members that tried to intervene. Shot them with silver bullets so they’d suffer.” Enzo spun around, lifting his shirt to show an angry scar on his right side, “If it weren’t for Az, I wouldn’t be here.”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

The commissioner said vehemently. "How exactly do you know he's the right guy that did all of this?" Officer Jordan questions him. "What other black vampire is out there in Virginia? Plus some random kid who came to my office told me that the killer was a African-American male vampire. He is the perfect match." He tried to explain himself. "You two should stop questioning the commissioner, he knows what's best." Officer Keener tells them. "She's right. You shouldn't be friendly or sympathize with a murderer, especially a vampire." Officer Smith added, looking at me with hate in his eyes.

‘’ Evenly warned showing her fangs and claws ‘’Come on Evelyn we’re past that , we are still a pack without an Alpha so if anything goes down here we’ll die in the name of Rouges ‘’ Dante said ‘’What makes you so sure The person who killed your Alpha is here ? ‘’ Xavier asked I could feel the hair at the back of neck raise as I braced myself for what was gonna happen next . ‘’The killer’s description matches the profile of a hunter ‘’ As soon as heard the word hunter I bit my tongue waiting for him to complete his sentence ‘’ Someone people say he kills supernaturals just for the fun of it , he was last sighted here in South America ‘’