Forsaken Killer Novels & Stories

“Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.” I nod to him. “Jase confirmed the serial killers’ link during torture,” I inform those present. It’s dark out, where we located the streetlamp is out, so it hid us within the shadows. “Razor Grothman is the guy who almost killed Lockie,” Ali adds. My eyebrows lift in surprise. “All I want to know is the guy on the list?” Sawyer asks Ali and Callum. “Yeah, he is,” Callum rasps out. “Good,” I snarl. “He almost killed us the other night.”

I said quietly, the words heavy with the weight of what they meant. “What do you mean?” My mom asked, her green eyes digging into me. Kali answered her. “He’s not dead. But... he’s not the same. He was turned into a forsaken.” Gasps filled the room, and my mother’s hand flew to her mouth. “We have him in a cell,” Finn said, his voice steady but cold. “He’s subdued with wolfsbane, but he’s... dangerous. He and the female he entered our borders with killed nine of our pack before they were subdued.” The venom in his tone sent chills up my spine. It must be difficult for him to touch on the subject infront of everyone here.

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

No alpha wants to see their packs suffer and I was afraid that the more he kept the attacks up and innocent wolves died, the more the alphas would be convinced that giving up Tristan was for the best, one life for the sake of many. “Alpha? We got a problem” the urgency of the voice makes me know that indeed it was a problem because my warriors usually aren’t afraid of anything. “What is it?” “There are about a dozen or so forsaken on our right but they are not alone” he tells me his voice sounding shaky probably because he remembers how they slaughtered most of our people. “Who is with them? Is it a wolf?” It was unusual since they normally don’t show up with anyone. “No, but I can’t sense a

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Then, when he turned eleven, he murdered his boss's rival, his boss Gorgis , had George Cosmos, a drug dealer in the neighbouring town, killed, since he was his boss's brother-in-law, who went against orders and wanted to win the territory, when they were also killed by Pattinson. Before he even turned 18, Pattinson killed several people, he was the stabbing and cutting butcher, when he gained fame for being cannibals, following the line to be sent to werewolf packs, when he killed a pack leader who was a rival of Veronika, your fame grew as a hit man. His godmother Veronika borrowed him from his old boss, when he was driven to kill werewolves, he was bitten so he could kill better in the fu

“Esther?!” The moment Chloe saw that face, her legs went weak, and she collapsed straight to the ground. “You actually pretended to be... no, you are her... You’re a murderer!” “Sorry, I’m a legal citizen, paying taxes legally all over the world!” She could even do something like hiring a killer, and kill people she didn’t have any deep hatred for. If she let this slide, who knew who she might kill next? Esther felt that mercy was not her style.

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

"He always camps somewhere around here." I looked about for any activity, then heard an unexpected sound coming from the woods. My heart hammered as a man with sharp features emerged from the shadows—a man whose cold, relentless hate glistened in his eyes. Halak. "So the prodigal son returns," Malak remarked, his voice sharp with hatred. Eli stiffened, but he never wavered. "It's over, Malak." The Raven is gone; nothing remains for you here. Malak snorted, his eyes gliding over us with contempt. "Nothing left?" Oh, but you are mistaken. She assigned us goals; I want to see them realized.

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.