Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

Josephine's eyes widened “you want him dead?” “Yes!. But I guess I can’t kill him because he is DEATH” Lena sighed. Jeremy was still in daze ; he never thought Lena could think of killing or worst attempt killing,he always saw Lena as an innocent soul with a pure heart. “Why do you want him dead??” Black asked,with a smirk on his face,He was still holding on to Josephine. Lena knew exactly who Black was because of DEATH'S doings she could remember everything from the past,though he made it in a way she remembered them as a couple and then remembered Jeremy as a villain who hated her which was wrong but yet true.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

It was then I saw the crescent mark on his wrist. He wasn't an intruder, he belonged to our pack. He tossed me harshly against the ground. His nails elongated as he lunged at me to kill. Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the trees before my soon-to-be killer managed to reach me, standing between my killer and myself. He had his face covered as well, but when he glanced my way, his striking deep hazel eyes met mine. I could never forget those gazes. It was the man from the Luna coronation. Kaiser Black. The one Killian seemed to hate.

Briefly, sadness crossed his features before I saw something akin to fury in his eyes. "What about it?" I murmured. "I don't think the hunters are involved," he said. "Then who?" My frown deepened as I recalled the mark on her body. "Someone associated with black magic," Alpha Callum said. "How do you know that? Alex confirmed it was the hunters involved," I replied.

With my eyes still closed, I suddenly heard some faint footsteps replacing the heavy silence of the room. With every second, the footsteps grew louder and louder. Someone was here. My heart started pounding in a flash, who could be here? I gulped the saliva that collected in my mouth and slowly opened my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I saw a man covered in a black mask, wearing a black jacket, a pair of black pants and black boots. The light from the light bulb fell on him, illuminating him and he had a gun pointed to my face with his finger close to the trigger.

I recognize some of them because they often appear on the news and I don’t like them, but duty is duty. I spot the Black Tiger in a corner, disguised as one of Kimberley’s men. We simply nod to each other and continue with our job. Jennie places her arm around mine and whispers, “I see him.” I turn around and see Oscar Kimberley talking to some of his guests. He looks younger than the pictures and his charming smile makes him look like an angel when he’s in fact the devil in person. “Diamond to Will,” I whisper in the microphone. “Target in sight.”

Power isn’t inherited. It’s stolen. And tonight, Jacob would steal it with his bare hands. The house was quieter now. Not peaceful, never that. But quieter. Like it was holding its breath. Even the staff spoke in hushed tones, watching Jacob with sidelong glances. It wasn’t fear they looked at him with. It was recognition. Like they’d finally realized he wasn’t a victim or a pawn. He was something else. Something sharper. Jacob was dressed in black. Not to hide. But to be seen, to stand out in a house full of ghosts.

But he was soft, he thought he could meet up with the Fiends secretly and negotiate with them but those bastards killed him. Their leader is Kaden Blackwood, the most heartless person on earth. He is the same age as Austin but he leads the clan with an iron hand, some rumors say he drinks human blood but I know it's just an exaggeration. Because rumors say I kill with my bare hands too, I had made it my life's purpose to avenge my brother and I killed Kaden's second in command in retaliation, but that isn't enough. I want them dead, including Kaden. But I have never seen the bastard. Another rumor says whenever he shows up it means there will be a lot of deaths, so he only shows his face if

The killer who came and went like a ghost. But those days felt faraway now. Like they belonged to someone else. The woods opened into an opening, and I thrust my arm out, stopping Sienna and Zeke from stepping into view. The scene before us was one of horror. Bodies lay spread across the ground Syndicate killers, their black cloaks stark against the pale forest floor. Some were burned beyond recognition. Others torn apart by claws and teeth.