Hero Killer Novels & Stories

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

AUTHOR’S POV: Once Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish his task and brought it towards her chest but someone stopped him by grabbing his hand in the air. The killer looked at his left to see the owner of the hand and was left shocked because the person standing in front, was least expected to be there. It was Sunny. Sunny eyes widen seeing the infamous killer so close to him. He was shocked but didn’t let the feeling take over himself and with all his might he pushed the killer harshly back. The hooded killer stumbled and fell into the cold water. Then moved towards Zara,

Ignoring the burning in my back, I rolled off the bed to my feet. Snake was focused entirely on whatever the guys were arguing about as I crept up behind him. Gripping my knife as tight as possible, I aimed for his heart as I lifted my arms. Forcing out a loud scream, I plunged the knife into his back. Snake jerked, pulling the trigger of the rifle. A loud boom filled the classroom as Snake crumbled to the floor. I fell to my knees, which wasn't the best idea. Electrocuting pain shot throughout my body, but I didn't have time to worry about myself. I had to kill this demonic man. I forced the knife in as deep as it would go, but Snake still struggled.

After she took her last breath in his arms, he buried her and went berserk, killing every man, every rogue. Be it their fault or not, his Katana slayed them all. Of course, such mass murder alarmed Amor. I don’t know who was right or who was wrong, but I could feel the pain and suffering Hikari went through. But was it right to kill innocent people? Amor tried to find the one who committed such a heinous crime, but that person turned out to be one of Amor’s shadows. Amor’s shadows were a group of Amor’s spies, mostly rogues, who helped him monitor all powerful figures.

Other times, we’ll create a completely fictitious psychological profile for a killer, and make it look as if the killer escaped, moving on without getting caught, Jack the Ripper style. Each case is different, and will require a different type of Herring, but they all require the PSK to be absolutely and completely thorough and remain in character not only for their Dupe personality, but for their Herring personality as well—and all at the same time! For example, if the profile of your Herring is that they only kill with a butcher knife then you have to stick to that profile while you are on that job—no chainsaws allowed.

She asked, he smirked at her before walking over in her direction, she kept moving back fearing that he might be one of Derek's men who wanted to kidnap her and maybe even kill her. She was feeling so scared that she wished she could just disappear away from him so that he wouldn't kill her because from the looks of things he didn't really seem like the kind of person who would show her mercy. " Don't come closer." She warned but it only made him go closer to her. He obviously wasn't going to listen to her and was going to do the exact opposite of what she asked and for some reason, it terrified her. "Princess of the dark mooned pack." He said and that sent shivers down her spine, she didn't

I couldn't help but smile when I noticed he was also covered in blood. "GONZALEZ!" Hunter shouted in sheer anger. I shared a look with Silvio as we saw Javier run down the hallway to Hunter's office. After several moments, I watched Javier grab a medical kit before going downstairs to the cells. I felt my nose flare in annoyance. Hunter has never cared about any of his victims before. I thought Hunter would've been pissed enough to kill Sienna. So why wasn't she dead? If Sienna was alive, then that only meant one thing. Hunter was holding back. He hasn't fully given in to Sienna being a traitor. It's clear that I need to push him over the edge before it's too late.

I stepped forward. “This is a sealed place,” I said, voice steady. The thing didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. It existed. And then, with no warning, it lunged. Faster than thought. Theron met it halfway, blades like silver lightning—but they passed through the thing like it wasn’t there. Or like he wasn’t. He dropped to his knees, coughing blood. “Arielle!” I shouted. She was already moving—mark glowing at her throat, hand raised, threads crackling from her fingertips.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

The moment his eyes met mine, I knew whatever he had discovered wasn't something minor. "Dr. Kuntz." "Detective." He looked at me for a moment before glancing around the corridor. "Come with me." I followed him into my office and closed the door behind us. "What happened?" I asked immediately. Hale didn't answer at first, he walked toward the window, folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned around. "We found Adrian Keller." My heart jumped. "You found him?" Hale's expression didn't change. "Yes." Relief rushed through me for half a second, then I noticed his eyes, there was no relief in them, only something dark. "What happened to him?" He stared at me. "Karma.