Bloody Cruel Psycho Novels & Stories

Kill him A deep malicious voice chanted in the back of his head as he whacked the man. Other alphas tried to stop him but in futile. Azriel had murderous intent. Karen had become unconscious but the rogue didn't stop. He felt a strange euphoria taking over him as he thrashed the man closer to death. The rush was crazy. He was filled with adrenaline.

This was supposed to be my safe place. "I was thirsty after waiting for so long. I came to claim my price. You have no idea how long I have searched for your blood Dawn Atkins. I would be the first to taste it and be the only one after" I gaped at him. He was truly insane. "What the hell are you blabbing on about? You're a fucking psychopath so I suggest you get out of my house or I will call the cops" I threatened, trying to appear braver. Shit, he was with my phone.

Isaac immediately dialed 911 as he made his way to the young woman. Meanwhile, Leonard, completely out of control, lifted Christian by the neck, although he was stronger and taller than him, with an enormous force he knocked him off the wall, began to mercilessly deliver blow after blow, while the man remained in shock, he returned to that eight-year-old b0y who saw his father's brains scattered around the office, the images of Lynda and his father, superimposed in his brain, torturing him. "You killed her, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Despite the blows, he didn't fight back, he had no reaction, it was as if only his body was present and his mind had been abstracted from it, he was l

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

It went beyond just silencing him. The guard, the doctor? This was Brook finally showing her crazed side. The one she hid behind polite smiles and innocent looks and now I truly believed that both Brook and Chloe were psychopaths and there is no telling how Chloe would have gone if she had been alive. “Alright,” I say finally, my voice flat. “Keep me updated.” I end the call and lower the phone slowly, my mind already putting the pieces together. Blunt force trauma to the back of the head is enough to disorient, maybe even knock him out, then eleven stab wounds. It all fits too well.

CHAPTER 65 — THE THINGS THAT DON’T WASH OFF The blood didn’t come off. Sienna scrubbed her hands until the skin burned, until the water in the sink ran pink and then clear and then pink again—but the feeling stayed. The memory stayed. The sound stayed. The gunshot echoed in her skull like a second heartbeat. She stopped scrubbing only when Damien’s hands closed gently around her wrists. “That’s enough,” he said quietly. She didn’t look at him. “I can still feel it.”

“WAIT… YOU MEAN A PSYCHOPATH IS IN OUR SCHOOL?!” Casey flinched. Andy slapped his arm. “Jayden, sit DOWN. Why are you being loud? This is the cafeteria, not a stadium!” Jaden ignored them entirely. “Like the psychopathic kid? The killer?” Casey groaned and hissed, “Yes! And honestly, I feel like you’re going to be the next victim.” Jaden tossed his hair. “Please. I look too good to be his victim.” And across the room? The angel looked up.

After a few seconds of silence, broken only by the soft hum of medical equipment, he finally asked, “What happened?” Reed explained in detail, without showing excessive emotion. “She was attacked in a public restroom. A rogue disguised herself as a pregnant woman and drugged her with Dormyra, a magical liquid that causes weakness. It works through inhalation. The effect is fast, suppressing consciousness and weakening the body.” Yoren’s expression hardened. “They ignored my warning,” he said, his voice trembling as he struggled to control his anger. “You know what to do, Fabrizio.” Fabrizio nodded. “Understood, Alpha,” he replied, then asked, “What is the next step, Alpha? Will you take her

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

The men ogled me like I was a treasure freshly unwrapped and meant for their possession, while the women's eyes burned like pure venom. I took a sharp breath, just as I tried to avert my gaze, my eyes caught sight of Madam Morveth, in a blink, she was gone. “A message for the demon!” a little child screamed distracting my gaze, he walked up to the stage where I knelt, then whispered into my face, eyes pierced mine with undoubted certainty. “You shall be haunted by desire…” A quick chuckle escaped his lips. “…and nothing more.”