Gorgeous Killer Novels & Stories

kade asked Leaning dangerously close to me, as little as a single inch of space was left between us. “No baby… Your fancy man, your prince charming, is a cold-blooded killer, one I breeded over the years, and he kills without mercy… I trained him, and I watched him kill more than anyone else, and you know what the fun part is? ..... He enjoys it.” That had done it. Those words he spoke crept into my ear and up to my brain, sending a trigger as I plunged the knife right through his fucking chest, not giving a single fuck.

I could practically hear my heart beating wildly in my chest. I was more scared than I had ever been. Anyone sitting in front of a killer holding a gun as he was smirking in satisfaction would be scared, too. I kept counting down the seconds until he pulled the trigger and finally ended my life. I wondered why a man who looked that good could be a killer. He could have been a movie star and model with sharp features and those beautiful, strange eyes. They were so pale, I could have sworn they were almost ethereal…almost white

The terrifying power in it immediately made the monster feel wary, making a low growl. The monster looked at Caspian from above and replied, "Your little tricks can't kill me." Caspian smiled and showed his pearly whites stained with blood, and he appeared terrifying. "This is called the Killer Waves and Earthquakes Mine, and it's one of the Heavenly Stars Sect's unique killer weapons. It might be hard to kill you, but it's more than enough to kill your cub." Caspian's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade. Then, without backing down, he looked into the monster's eyes and uttered, "If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."

Hamza Shah, A, 29 years old ominous monster. A heartless man with piercing obsidian eyes that sends chills down her spine. He is a killer and a sinner with no remorse. His name alone causes terror to grip his enemy's heart. The man was apathetic, except the vicious man loves and respects his mom. He didn't need a distraction in his life. His goal was to eliminate all his enemies so his name would boom in the whole country and the sagas of his monstrosities would be whispered in every nook of the nation. What will happen when a living, breathing distraction was restrained and hauled into his life. And that distraction came in the form of none other than Hooriya.

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

To him, they were not imperfections — they were marks of a warrior, a queen forged through fire and blood. “You are more than beautiful,” he reverently said. “You are extraordinary, Georgia. A goddess in her full glory.” His fingers grazed over a thin scar across her collarbone, a soft and feathery touch, trailing over the slightly bumped skin. “These… They are proof of your strength. They are part of you, and I worship every inch of you.” But for Georgia, they were memories of the people she killed, of the battle she led, of the packs she raided. Though they were also proofs of her resilience, how she stood fighting against the dark magic that bound her.

“I don’t care if he’s half-dead.” Rigor nodded and left. I sat back, smoke curling around me as I tried to steady my thoughts. That shipment cost me millions. Worse …it made me look weak. And The Killer thrives on that. The door opened again. They dragged the survivor in. What was left of him. One leg gone. One eye missing. Both hands severed, clean cuts, precise. Surgical. The Killer signature. I didn’t flinch. “Did you see his face?” I asked calmly.

Black Scorpion. A mountain of scars and sinew, his face shadowed. He was clearly bigger than me, his grin wicked. But I bow to no one but my queen whenever it's time to taste her sweet nectar. "Well, well," he rasped. "The great Killian Cross. Finally crawled into my den." "’Crawled’ is a strong word," I deadpanned, stepping closer. My men fanned out, his did the same. Gunfire erupted, steel flashed, and fists collided with bone. My men clashed with his in a brutal symphony of chaos, and through the madness, he and I locked eyes. Predator recognizing predator.