Booktok Killer Novels & Stories

The Specialists of Fear," I read so that anyone could hear the title of the book in my hands, which they gave me, looking with incredible examination at the drawing on the cover before investigating the young women. Are these the cutlery? The individuals who killed Sassa and Lucas? “Indeed .” It's them, Justoedith replies , gnawing on her thumbnail. Greece just gestures and hesitates behind her. I return my consideration regarding the book. —TR McCammon— I report the writer's name, skimming inside the expression—they're coming for all of us— which I'd have to admit is chilling. Have you previously searched for this person in G****e? Maybe it would be really smart to have a chat with him, to

She responded as she slowly slumped on the chair. "Yeah! The Omega killer sure does know how to murder, gruesome but neat. Perhaps too neat. It looks as if our killer took his time to display his victim's body, but what does it all mean?" He states as he heaves deeply, conveying his distress about the situation. "There's no such thing as being too neat. We still have the silk, the book, and the relic." She responded with a hint of hope in her voice. "What if the killer left them deliberately behind to derail us?" He asks while glancing at her.

Killian and Yifa continued to smile at each other before Killian suddenly stood up to go to the shelf that contained all of his books. Yifa looked at his back as he seemed to be scanning through each one of his books looking for something that was interesting to him. "What are you looking for?" Yifa asked with confusion all over her face and voice. Killian didn't turn around when he answered, "Something for you," Yifa furrowed her eyebrows, "For me? What for?"

Could that be the reason I reacted that way? That was years ago. I tapped aggressively against the table, confused and angry. I kissed the person who killed my park members. The betrayal had come from me, again. Ishtar was a different person, and I just needed to make my peace with that face. Still, if she was an ordinary person, why does she calm my wolf so? Why do I feel whole, saner when she is around? There were so many unanswered questions. Questions I'd love to ask Minerva herself, why did she side with the hunters? Why did she kill all those people? She committed suicide before I could get to her.

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

"Just look at how pathetic you are, Finn. So what if your mother dies? It'll just be one less nuisance." "Shut up!" I screamed. My eyes burned red. I tried to get up, but Hayden kicked me hard in the chest again. I coughed up blood that splattered onto his suit pants. "Do you still think you can talk back?" He crouched down, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. "I was the one who caused your father's death. Now your mother's gone too. What are you going to do about it?" "I'll kill you!"

That night, Caitlin stayed in her room and after an hour, she dropped the sacred book on the table and held a torn-out page close to the burning fire. Her breath shuddered as she stared at a picture of herself in the paper she held and confusion was written all over her face. She does not understand how she is connected to the book or what was written in it but one thing she knows is that, it is not her, but her own child. From everything she read and understood, it says that she is the key and her child will be the savior of mankind when evil is near. She has to offer her own child to save all mankind, including their own kind.

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."