Halloween Kills Novel Novels & Stories

I reached for the red lever, my fingers fumbling with the safety catch. I looked at Nancy one last time. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't brown like mine. They were a piercing, glowing violet. She slammed her palms against the glass from the inside, the sound like a gunshot in the small room. A crack appeared in the center of the tank, spreading like a spiderweb across the surface. The glass exploded. Halfway through the procedure Hailey's vision blurs and she sees something — flashes of a white room, a child crying, two small hands reaching for each other. She gasps. Lena steadies her. When it's over Hailey sits up s

.The Professor’s Register No one wanted to tell another story anymore. But no one could leave either. The auditorium doors were shut from the inside— not locked, but sealed, as if the walls themselves had decided to close. Along with the smell of melting candles, something else lingered in the air now— metallic… burnt… rotten. Neha. Arya. Tanya. Vivek. Four names that were no longer present— or perhaps present in a form no one wanted to accept.

Tiana suddenly grabbed James’ arm and snatched the keys from him. “Oh, James! Sarah is just teasing you!” Tiana pointed at the blood on the glass and burst out laughing. “Look, that blood is obviously fake! She even prepared a fake blood pack just to play along with my zombie game! “And here I thought she didn't want to play. I didn't expect her to get so much into character. She practically deserves a Halloween Oscar for this!” James froze for a moment before letting out a loud laugh and pocketed the keys.

" she said and typed on the chapter she was working on. She typed until she came to a stop and posted it in her website. Seeing what she had written, a smile was plastered on her lips. She killed her female lead. She was too perfect and there wasn't a perfect life. She closed her eyes and fell on her laptop. A bright light suddenly appeared around her, forming a thick mist. Her body glowed brightly until she was left of nothing. She disappeared.

"I remember dying. I remember my own brother selling me to strangers who wanted my blood. I remember bleeding out in the forest while the two people I trusted most watched me die. What I don't remember is how I ended up naked in your woods a year later." That got his attention. He went very still, his predatory focus sharpening to a razor point. "A year?" "It was October when I died. Halloween night. My twentieth birthday." I touched my throat unconsciously, feeling for wounds that were no longer there. "How long ago was that?" "It's October now," he said slowly. "Halloween is next week." The words hit me like a physical blow. A full year. I'd been dead for a full year, and I had no memory o

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Clang. A shrill metallic banging suddenly tore through the air. "Shit—that's a lure!" Alec's expression instantly turned grim. From within the green fog came countless hoarse roars. Dense black shapes crawled out from every direction, their skin rotting, eyes blood-red, surging toward us like a tide. "Horde incoming—get in the vehicles!" Alec shouted, already raising his gun and firing. "What's going on?! Where did all these zombies come from?" Eliza screamed, her legs going weak.

Even the two zombies that were fighting had stopped. They heard the chuckling sound of the short thickset man and it sounded irritated to them. "Now, that is better!" He smirked and started walking up to them. Willow and Igor could not believe the discovery that they just made. The zombies were afraid of the light! Willow's brain started working fast. The zombies were afraid of light, that was why the lights used for the Halloween show were dimed bulbs. The underground tunnel was also dark too. She immediately knew that they had a lot to explore in this tunnel before going back home.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

It was a crowd, the same thin and hungry filth, and they were watching, eating, spitting, making bets on how fast the executioner would beat the poor woman to death, how soon she would faint. I wanted to kill them. In a minute, my power would have been released, raising all corpses in the area—and not your nice controllable zombies, no! They would be ghasts, hungry and thirsty for blood, like those I saw here. I would have done it; I swear. But Henry’s hand squeezed my shoulder, making me wince in pain. “Look, Alex,” he whispered angrily, his breath hot on my skin. “Look!” “Scum!” I hissed. “Beasts...”