Booktok Killer Novels & Stories

the killer laid its body and started closing its eyes, "I'm gonna catch some zzz's~ Talk to you later, dear~" "Sure sure, rest well~ Everything is set so we can finally rest until tonight again~" The woman yawned and rest beside the killer at the table where books surrounds them underground. ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

“Knight read an old book that the only way to kill Cyrius is through Nirvana with the use of the dagger, but Nirvana might not survive in the process.” “An old book? What kind of old book?” Califf asked. “An old book Alpha Frye gave us.” “Do you think that’s a kind of prophecy, and do you believe what’s written in the book?” “It seems fitting. I saw how the dagger killed an infected werewolf. It just turned to ashes.” “When was this?” Zarah asked. “While we were at Kain’s old cabin. I was out for a run, and she followed me. I killed a rogue, and she killed an infected.”

A book appeared on the table. “That I'd a book of knowledge. It contains all you need to know about the situation and how best to handle it. This book was made for special wolves like you, Elinna but only three out of thousands have lived long enough to touch you and you will be the only one to read it.” Wow. So the Fatals just kept killing them every time. If they could kill those many people, what makes me different? What makes me think they can't kill me just like the others?

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

He looked like the wind was knocked out of him and I nodded once, turning the gun on the person behind me and shooting them in an instant. Nobody likes a snitch. Turning the gun on Timothy, his hands shook as he placed them together. "Please! Don't kill me! He isn't dea-" A bullet went into the side of his head and I looked up, seeing as the doors were now opened and Thorne stood in the doorway with a group of men. "Didn't think you'd crash a party without me." He said, walking further into the room and I didn't put my gun away. I knew what this was.

The number of books in that study is enough to open a library. “Is this your library?” I asked her, still gaping around like a lost fish. “This is my study, the library is by the other end of the house.” She said and she made her way to her seat and that's when I took a proper look towards where she headed, of a truth it's her study, “have a seat Karma,” she told me and I sneered at her. “It's Dr. Kuntz to you Judge Bergmann,” She looked at me for a while.

Kai sat down, leaning forward; he wanted every detail and wouldn’t leave a stone unturned. “She took the book. I sensed it because I was guarding the place. I arrived, but she had already gone. Luckily I could trace the scent of the book. I found her, and I killed her. It didn’t take long — she was skilled, but not enough. I took the book back... or so I thought. It wasn’t the book. It turned out to be a copy. She must have exchanged it before I found her.” Logan let out a long, heavy sigh.

He started and we waited patiently for him to finish up. "The twist here is that, he was set loose in this forest on purpose, and I am meant to put him out within two hours and...." "Twenty minutes now." Karima helped him out and he nodded at her, as a form of 'thank you.' "But why?" I raised a question. Why would a killer be set on the loose, on purpose at that. "It's what I get because someone stole my book and gave it to the person who read it." He replied sarcastically and I already got it.

Steviat fell to his knees. "General Arthur, I would gladly swear on my life that I am telling the truth. You may kill me right now if you think I'm lying at all." Arthur chuckled. "No, that's fine. Come on, get up. I just wasn't really sure." Arthur helped Steviat off the ground, looking him in the eyes. "Let me ask you this, then. Now that Buker is dead, which one of us do you think killed him?"

Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.” Beauty’s points are impressing the fuck out of me and the fact that Killer is quiet says the