Hero Killer Novels & Stories

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

He kept up in his mad killing rampage until only three men left. “ Hector wait! Don’t kill them” Alpha Jax was saying but Hector tripped all three of them at once and with one swing of the spikey baseball bat, he smashed their heads, killing them instantly. Alpha Jax, Max, the young guy with them, and the other Mystik fighters who survived stood there and watched Hector in awe. He turned around, breathing heavily and dripping blood all over. He didn’t even look bothered by how they saw him, how could he? His eyes were still gold because he was mad.

He smiled confidently. “You had a description all along, but didn’t share it with me? Don’t you think a heads up on what the killer looked like–just in case I came into contact with him—would have come in handy?” I was outraged. “Her.” He corrected me. “What?” I blurted impatiently. “The killer was a her, not a him,” he explained. “Whatever,” I hissed. “Damn, Geoffrey, you can be annoying.” “Got anything to drink?” he asked playfully.

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

Jo muttered in disbelief, to which Servant quickly agreed. “He’s facing death. One shot in the chest.” The waiter pointed to the bullet hole in his body, right in the chest, in his expensive-looking gray shirt. What is Heros doing in Fiend? Could it be that he escaped here for being a fugitive for the tragedy at King’s Door? But why did he go to the city like this? “You know who killed them? What were their characteristics like?” asked Jo again. Heros shook his head and winced at the pain. “I don’t know … people dressed in black. Someone escaped. I didn’t really pay much attention. We Archturians are not used to dealing with human life unless it has something to do with our enemy.”

I can honestly say that I was so terrified that I almost made me pull the trigger on her father. "I'm waiting, Lord Bane," Victor mocked, his arms crossed over his chest while his shooters watched. "Does the head of the Valak family have the courage to open that door, or are we going back to the bloodbath?" I forced my face into a mask of total, unbothered stone. A bloodbath would do no good to anyone. I lowered my rifle by a fraction of an inch, my eyes shifting from Victor to Nathaniel. If this was the only way it could be done.

There seemed like they had been a bit of struggle, but the killer had been more skilled and quicker and probably even stronger than he was, to be able to subdue him, as Harold, though not so huge, could be classified into the fit category and had almost the perfect kind of body, for a middle-aged man. Sarah imagined his death. Unexpected two strikes at his neck and he was gone. Sarah could feel her anger and sadness building inside her as she looked at the last victim, Hazel. Hazel, seventeen, soon to be eighteen in the subsequent month, a total sweetheart, with her beautiful hazel eyes, just as her name, a petite but extremely curvy at the right sides, blonde just like her beautiful mother

"I saw this woman pinned down on the ground by a big guy and another one holding her hands and arms above her head. Then I heard a voice in the shadows say just hurry up and then kill her and get me that braid. That's our proof for Quinn. At the same time, hero came flying by me and kicked the big guy in the back of the neck and knocked him off of the woman, then went for the guy holding her arms. I saw the guy who had talked step out of the shadows and he had a gun in his hand. There was a big knife on the ground in front of me. I picked it up and stabbed at him and his gun went off. The other guy wriggled loose from hero and ran away. The woman, well, it was Susan, looked in a pretty bad w

I hid in the pile of junk, peeking through the gaps at the shadowy figure standing before me. My whole body was trembling. Fortunately, the killer only paused for a moment before continuing down the stairs. "Wow, she's smart, hiding in such a disgusting pile of filth. The killer would never have guessed a clean lady like her would be there." "Guys. I'm starting to hate the idea of her dying." I didn't have time to care about the comments. I quickly opened my phone and scanned my WhatsApp contacts for anyone who could be the hero.