House Of Horrors Killer Shawn Novels & Stories

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

I was getting weaker by the minute and if he doesn’t leave soon enough, it would be trouble. All of a sudden, the door exploded inward. Wood splintered into pieces as Keres kicked it clean off its hinges. In the same breath he stormed in, he seized Shawn by the throat, and lifted him straight off the ground with one hand. Shawn’s legs dangled, kicking helplessly while Keres’s eyes were glowing, feral, and murderous. “How dare you put your filthy hands on what’s mine?” he growled, voice vibrating with lethal rage. Shawn clawed at Keres's wrist, choking, but he only squeezed harder.

Five years ago, he had been a reckless teenager who constantly ended up in my clinic with sprained ankles and bruised ribs from showing off during training drills. Shawn’s dark eyes widened in sheer terror when he saw Cullen step into the small room. The massive Arden Alpha didn't do anything but stand by the door, yet his dark aura filled the space, pressing against the walls. "Luna Meghann," Shawn breathed out, scrambling to his feet. His chains rattled loudly. "Sit down, Shawn," I instructed, my voice calm and steady. Shawn swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and slowly sank back onto the wooden bench. He kept his eyes fixed on me, clearly terrified that if he looked at Cullen, he w

The blood loss sent people into shock and unconsciousness, and the chances of being saved were pretty high. Shawn's genitals had also been chopped off after his death, which meant the killer had serious psychological issues. Faced with the officer's questions, I had no way to explain myself. I even started to wonder if maybe I really had killed someone without knowing it.

Shawn frowned at Cyril's calm and blank stance, he wasn't angry, or behaving like a barbarian he used to whenever he lose something he badly wanted. "I don't know anything, I just came here as a fighter! I know nothing about inside plans! I was -----" Cyril didn't even let him blink again or continue before shooting him right between his eyes killing him on the spot. " Boss, " Shawn whispered but Cyril didn't listen or stop, he simply stood up walking out of the basement, all the men present there looked at each other with concerned gazes. Their boss didn't look good, and this increased Shawn's regret, he didn't waste a second and ran behind Cyril.

The auctioneer had only just finished speaking when an angry voice appeared from the side, yelling, "Shut up!" It was Shawn. He ran onto the stage in fright and kicked Austin to the ground. "That's not how to talk to people! Get out! Out!" Austin scrambled to his feet, looking absolutely confused. He didn't know why Shawn was getting so mad at him. "But Mr. Gunner, this person was causing trouble—" "I told you to get out!" Shawn was so frightened that he nearly peed his pants again. After all, they were talking about Albin, the assassin who wouldn't hesitate to kill off his entire family if he wanted to! Was Austin trying to get everyone in his family killed?

He was incredibly thankful that he had married her! Yet, that child… Shawn slowly lifted his hands, looking at his palms. He had killed his own child. Was there anything he could regret more than that? Suddenly, Shawn bent over as he coughed out a mouthful of blood, staining the rug. His anger had reached his heart. He was in great pain. The housekeeper happened to enter and was shocked to see what had happened. "Mr. Wood!" Shawn waved it off, wiping his mouth like nothing had happened.

He hadn’t hurt her, but it certainly looked like he was ready to introduce Shawn to a whole world of pain. Wolves were territorial. Especially the alphas. Damon had been coming on to her—marking her in the way of shifters, she knew that—and then another male had come into the room. So screwed. Shawn was struggling to get out his gun. His fingers were shaking, but, on the third try, he managed to yank the weapon from the holster. Then Shawn tried to lift the gun to Damon’s chest. “No!” Now her scream was full of fear. She raced toward them.

His mood dropped drastically afterwards, and I need him fully focused on this. If he's too busy thinking about Tracy Scott and how to fix things with her, we will never get what's needed to nail that imbecile down. I ran my hands through my hair, staring at the monitor. On the bright side, we finally had actual names and pictures. Shawn's face was marked red. He's dead. Antonov is still active. I heaved a huge sigh. Oh lord please see us through. ****

As a matter of fact, from now on, Kirrah will no longer be staying in a house with Brody. Before the pair had mated and marked each other, they had chatted a bit, only about the elephant in the yard, Brody. Shawn is very observant and sees things from a mile away. He is a bouncer and previously ran his Private Investigation Business for years. Plus, he was a werewolf with killer instincts and was accustomed to observing people's actions and reactions to things. Shawn had already sensed that something was going on between the two. However, he was not upset or anything like that, and it was only because of Kirrah's reaction to what Brody did, and a response like hers pleased him.