Forsaken Killer Novels & Stories

Yasmine said. “Calm down! You all know how hard it was to get here. A lot of hard work, and someone here is already breaking rules and killing innocent people? We have a lost, mad serial killer out there trying to get revenge for his pack, who never got justice because everything was covered up and it never got to me. These rogues are also innocent; they were forced or controlled to do this, but the night hunter is out there killing the wrong people,” he said, and his anger got more intense. I groaned, my head bowed.

"Unless our kiss left you wanting more." "Can we please have a normal conversation? Sit down." I say as I take a sit myself. "Of course. I am willing to let go of the fact you lured me, drugged me, took me back here unconscious. But the fact you left after I told you we were soulmates, that I can't forgive.” He genuinely looked hurt, something Saf didn't like, I imagine his wolf didn't either.

Damian did not wait, he turned, already moving the others falling into step behind him without question. Something about this sat wrong, deeply wrong, a rogue going missing, possibly a fight, with no blood?, but not impossible but a scent trail that simply disappeared? No, that was deliberate. The forest did not feel right. Damian noticed it before anyone spoke. It was not the darkness, the light still filtered through the trees. But something underneath it all fell off, wrong "here" one of the warriors said quietly Damian stepped forward then stopped, the scent was there, faint, too faint like something had existed in that spot and then been wiped clean.

“Why are they doing this?” He hesitated again before answering, his eyes shifting nervously. “Their Alpha’s name is Kaelen. A feared rogue Alpha. Everyone knows his name.” I frowned. “A rogue Alpha?” He nodded. “Yes, Luna. He doesn’t follow any pack rules. He destroys everything in his path. It’s said he doesn’t spare anyone—not even women or children. Please, if you ever cross paths with him, stay away. He’s dangerous.” The way he said it made chills crawl down my spine.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it

"That there are others like me. Others who believe the old ways were better. You've united the packs, Mira Stone, but that unity is fragile. And we will break it." "We?" Catherine asks sharply. "Who else is involved in this?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" Vera grins cruelly. "Let's just say my mother wasn't the only one with contingency plans. The real attack hasn't even begun yet." Before anyone can question her further, Vera bites down on something hidden in her mouth. Poison—the same kind the rogues used to avoid interrogation. She dies within seconds, taking her secrets with her. "No!" Alexander kneels beside her body, checking for a pulse that isn't there. "We needed information about th

"I know it was my fault not to trust you, but you were also wrong to target the child. Can't we forgive each other? Our boy is already dead. As long as we're still together, we can have many more children." "Don't worry, I won't let them through the door anymore, okay?" I laughed. Did Damon think he was being generous? Did he think he was making some great compromise? "Damon, Serena personally told me that she tampered with that cage. She's the real killer of our child. But you were the one who ordered that cage brought, you gave the command yourself!" "You two conspired together! You killed my precious boy!" "Forgive each other? Are you worthy? When our son begged you, you turned a blind ey

To Lila, it felt like being held by a predator. Every time Adrian’s thumb brushed against her side, she recoiled inwardly, her muscles tensing so hard they ached. She didn't see the man who had kissed her in his office. She saw a ghost. She saw the man who had the means, the motive, and the cold-blooded resolve to erase the only person who knew his father's darkest secrets. Arthur Vance was a flawed man, a coward, a liar, and an accomplice, but the way he had been found, discarded like trash in a basement, made Lila’s blood run cold. The killer remained a shadow. No name, no face. And in the absence of a culprit, Lila’s mind had built a throne for Adrian.

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo