Forsaken Killer Novels & Stories

Leaning toward him, I whispered in his ear, "Daniel, I want you to live in guilt and condemnation for the rest of your life." With that, I closed my eyes. I no longer wanted to look at him. At that moment, the call was suddenly answered. His face lit up, and he blurted out, "Bella, you finally answered! You—" "Hello, are you a relative of Bella Kessler?" Daniel's face went pale, and his voice trembled. "What happened to her?" "Ms. Kessler was the victim who died in the recent fire…" Daniel felt his entire body go weak. As he hit the brakes, he ragdolled into his seat.

You have already seen me but you can not remember me because you were so little when our lives decided to fall apart. My beautiful warrior, everytime I close my eyes I see your face. The truth about that night is that there was a man named Alvaro that had business with your father. Alvaro worked for Luciano at the time and when your father found out about the dirty works they were engaged in, he wanted to leave. He was framed for stealing and since we could not pay back, Alvaro wanted us to give you up as the ransom. When we refused, he came that night and killed your Dad and took me along with him, leaving all three of my children behind.

I blink back the tears and ask him, “Why didn't you mark me?” He sighs. “The seer at the hospital…” He hesitates before continuing. “She said you can start healing faster if your fate marks you.” I blink. Once. Twice. Let the words settle like frostbite on my bones. “So… you didn’t mark me because you thought someone else would?” He says nothing. “But you knew,” I whisper. “You knew the Moon Compass never pointed for me. You knew my fate doesn’t exist.”

She is Maeve Moretti, my best friend, Holden’s daughter which means that her brother Nash is also Holden’s son. I sank into the chair. How the hell did I not see all of these? The people I had been looking for, for close to two decades had been close to me all along. The killer, Marcella D’Angelo was living right in my house and my best friend kids were close to me, yet I didn’t know this. “What do we do now?” Vivienne asked. I sat there in silence, almost unsure of the next step, but I knew things were about to get either worse or better.

Skai blinks her eyes and focuses on her with an almost irritated look. “Who is what?” “Are you all right? I asked who is that guy?” she asks again and points to the man announced as Kai Pendersen. “Are you deaf? The stewart just said, he is the son of the current High Alpha, which means he is the heir. I heard he is close to his coming-of-age ceremony but has yet to announce a mate, it’s rumoured he may be a rogue wolf from birth, and will never receive a mate in this lifetime,” Serenia says.

Cohen wondered. “That was our thoughts as well, but this is getting bigger than expected,” Bastian let out. “First, the registered name on the license plate number is a dead person and the vehicle that the license number was for is a van. A delivery van…” “Hun!” Cohen was amazed. Bastian nodded, furthering, “the kidnapper is a criminal, who was sent to a death sentence years ago and there are evidences from his death scene, which was included in the report,”

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

A few minutes later, I was in the café, heading to the room where they were. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I think Atlas made a big discovery about the killer.” Violet wrapped her right arm around my shoulders, pulling me to sit on the couch in the middle of the room. “According to the results from the several searches I made, it seems he’s a rogue vampire,” Atlas began, pausing for a while, as if allowing us to process the information. “He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.”

"The investigation into Zyran King, the police reports, the old photos, the medical records of his ex-girlfriend." "Mina," I said, the name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "Yes, sir. Mina, the woman who burned down the penthouse and tried to frame Ms. Evans, the reports said King stripped her of everything and threw her out on the streets without a single dime, he completely erased her from his world." "He is a ruthless bastard, he creates monsters and then discards them when they stop being useful to him." "Do you pity her, sir?" "I don't pity anyone who tries to destroy an innocent woman, Leo, she played a wicked game and she lost, so she got exactly what she deserved."

​Kael turned and walked out of the fortress, his mind a whirlwind of blinding static. ​He had been trained his entire life to hunt her. ​But as he looked down at the hidden mark on his own hand—the one that sparked with pure electricity whenever he touched Elara—he realized the Society had lied to him. ​He wasn't her hunter. He was her shield. ​And if Darius ever found out the truth, the Obsidian Society wouldn't just be coming for the girl. They would be coming for him, too.