Bloody Cruel Psycho Novels & Stories

Her face was barely recognisable, all painted in ferrous containing gore, the liquid that piques the interest of many psycopaths to see it oozing out of their prey's supple skin, drop by drop, although disturbing for normies. 'Some lambs dare provoke a starving wolf!', a menacing voice creeped inside the lugs of the shivering figure trying to cower more against the surface of the cold iron. The eerie shadow lurking behind the shade of the lustrous candelebrum casted an image inside her dilated pupils.

From this I understood what kind of person Cameron Payne is actually. He doesn't forget anything. He notices everything and wouldn't let go of anything. He doesn't kill people in an instant. He is a psycho, he tortures them to the hell before he kills them. He loves to see them their suffering. He loves to see how much they are pained. That's what kind of person he is. SICK and PSYCHO I can't believe he did all of this. He waited all these months just to ruin me, just to make sure that the only part of Eratan gets her share of pain

He whispered very softly. That was right before the doors of the ballroom blasted open with a loud Bang. The entire crowd, including me and Alex, turned towards the source of the sound. Damon. Damon stood in the door opening, two knives protruding from his chest. Blood covered his chest, dripping on the ballroom floor. There was a head wound on the side of his face. Keddrick and two other guys were next to him. The four men looked absolutely furious but Damon.... Damon looked like the devil himself. His eyes were pitch black and his razor sharp fangs were bared. Blood covered his chin and hands and it was quite evident that he just killed people.

“ I’m fucking so sick of you, Dela Vin. I wish I can kill you and offer your head to the lions on my den.” I smirked. “I’ll feed you your intestine first before that happens.” “Gross,” Ace intervenes. During the hunt, I shall say, the three of us are different. I prefer blood pouring out of my prey, Ace wants a clean, like a surgery cut for his murder and Kenzo is a scoundrel. “ But seriously, man,” Kenzo said. “ Did you just tell me that Gabriella’s father is dead?” “ Do you want me to repeat myself?”

Rain turned to look at the man next to her who still maintained a calm expression on his face. Most of the blood that spurted out of Pietro’s hand landed on his face and his suit yet he looked so calm…he had a gun in his hand. He killed the man. Rain wasn’t sure what compelled her to move her body, she got up… she looked at him in horror. He didn’t look like he just took a life, he looked like—a demon—no, Lucifer himself. She took unconscious steps backwards. She couldn’t stay here, she couldn’t stand the sight of blood, she couldn’t stand the sight of…him.

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

CRUEL'S POV "I didn't know principal's ass-licker daughter had it in her to speak up." I sip water from the glass on our table." "She's looking for her friend ofcourse she has to grow some balls." Ruthless uses his fork to push the food on his plate around. The food served in the dining hall is trash; that's why we rarely eat here, only when we want to bully students. I wonder if Jessica will be bold enough to walk up to us; I'm really looking for something to tear apart. I've been so pissed since I woke this morning and received the stupid reminder from my beta that my time is running out to find my father's murderer.

I had only heard that voice for a few seconds but I needed no one to tell me it was the psycho's voice and my blood boiled. He appeared in front of me and grabbed my neck. "You are too weak to be my mate." He grumbled before throwing me to the other end of the old wall, crumbling the remaining part of the helpless wall. "Oofk!" I groaned as I fell helplessly on the ground and transformed back to my human form before standing up. "That psycho!" I cussed inwardly but my face looked as solemn as ever. The next moment... "You're in my house." His cold yet annoying voice sounded in my ears and I looked around only to realize it was true.

He was loud, consuming and predictable in his cruelty. Koskov was ice. He was methodical, silent and deadly. He was the type of man that would have have a problem killing someone with a knife, a quick death but would rather prefer to poison the person slowly to watch the person suffer. He was a psychopath. A psychopath in expensive well tailored italian suits.

Preston was left all alone. "I know who you are, you bloody shit. You are a psycho who loves to torture girls above the age of 18 and you experience pleasure from doing it and it is a disorder called Schadenfreude. You were a kid when you were diagnosed with this. You liked hurting people and you know what I learn from your past that you are a manwhore who doesn't even look good going for beautiful girls. You know what the fuck you did, have you ever felt guilty for hurting those people. If you had a girl and if she gets raped like Isabella in front of you, will you be happy from that misery. Not even your daughter, what if your wife gets touched by those men. I know your wife died of cancer