Black Christmas Killer Novels & Stories

she cried, and I was in shock. "How did you find out about her?" she asked me, looking lovingly at Karen. "McCain's pack tried to kill her in retaliation for killing his mate," I told my mother, and she was angry. "That coward! In his case, the Hunters were simply doing their job. He was in league with vampires and some werewolves doing some shady things. They came for him, and he hid, thinking they would leave if they did not see him. Unfortunately for him, Giles meant business and cleared all the wolves that were present." My mother explained, and I realised her resentment towards the McCains and why she said I wasn't allowed to hook up with anyone from there.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

I looked toward the exit wings, but the guards were standing there, blocking any escape. “We have five thousand five hundred in the back!” the MC called out, raising his gavel. “Going once for number forty-six! Going twice—” “Twenty thousand dollars.” The deep, cold, and familiar voice cut through the roaring auditorium. The entire venue went dead silent, the laughter died, the shouting stopped. My breath trapped entirely in my throat, my eyes widening behind the mask as a terrifying jolt shot through my body. Killian Blackwood stepped out of the shadows of the front row. He wasn't wearing a mask. His handsome face was completely bare under the stage glow, his eyes fixed entirely on me. He l

At the time it felt practical. Now it felt suspicious. Damian’s gaze lingered on her face carefully before he finally spoke. “Trauma memory suppression isn’t uncommon after severe stress.” Quinn glanced toward him sharply. “Don’t profile me.” “I’m not.” His voice softened slightly. “I’m explaining.” The tension between them lingered only briefly before Mark redirected the conversation again. “Who died that night?” Elena opened her mouth, but Quinn spoke first without thinking. “Victor Blackwood.” The second the name left her mouth, Elena froze.

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

Aaron told him, Icardi sat with his eyes closed. He was mumbling a lot of words that were not understood by everyone Black wanted to destroy more of her body but he felt something stopping him He looked at the magician with malice, to get away from above her and head towards him with the intention of killing him!! But he stopped in the middle of the road and began to let out a groan in pain, "You graduate from the Alpha," he shouted one last sentence and as soon as he was silent The alpha wolf had fallen to the ground just like a corpse

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

To extremist human hunters, I was the ultimate heretic that needed to be purged. A low, terrifying growl vibrated in Killian’s chest. He slammed his fist down onto the war table, instantly crushing the pure silver crossbow into useless scrap metal. "Whatever it is they want," Killian snarled, keeping me tightly tucked against his side, his gaze sweeping over the map of the western border like a drawn blade. "Any human who dares to step foot in Blackwood territory is going to learn exactly why their kind spent the last few millennia hiding and shivering across the ocean."

Because he was open about not liking them from the start they did not look bothered at all. I called for alcohol and what not to make it look like a party. The others being clueless help sell the cover story. We got there and we explained everything, to say they wanted blood would be a lie. Everyone started called back home to check if everything was good, I looked around and couldn't find black. I was about to go look for his two timing ass when he come in. Black- he killed half my warriors with a group of hunters.. the rest managed to get to the banker in time. He was looking for our weapons specialist not the weapons themselves!

The smell of burning flesh filled everyone's nostrils. Pain like no other exploded where the iron sizzled. Alissa let out an involuntary scream and twisted her arm free of their grasp while they howled with laughter. Alissa looked frantically around. She saw Kristen stood to one side, a feeble laugh escaping her. A conflicting look crossing her features. Alissa saw Alpha Luca, still sitting at the table; he wasn't laughing. She pleaded with her eyes for him to help, before Blake moved in front of her as she felt more kicks hit her broken body. Her fight ebbed from her, her wolf let out a small whimper. The numbness engulfed her body, this was how she was going to die, on the cold kitchen flo