Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Fanart

I remarked and Kyler chuckled. “The pictures you sent me through the mindlink were wow ! Are you an artist in painting bodies with blood ? The precision of the cuts and the streams of oozing blood were too accurately done !! I could swear you were sending me the images of a painting if I had not seen your victims walking and talking for real ! The artwork was beautiful but gory,” Kyler said with a shudder. “I know you paint red better, babe,” I snorted as I thought back about Kyler’s victims tonight. All of them had been left hanging on a tree and I swear, I would have loved to turn that tree into a Xmas one if he had used actual decorations instead of corpses.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

I knew that he wasn't expecting this and that only made me happy. “What the hell are you doing?” I heard him ask and I chuckled. “What I should have done earlier,” I said and I continue stabbing his d*ck with the tree that I had shaped. He kept screaming and that continued for a while, and after a while he fainted. I stared at him with a satisfactory smile on my face. I couldn't help but be more happy about the whole thing. I knew for a fact that this will make others out there to stop all this, I knew that they wouldn't want to do this since they know that I'll do this to them. I knew that this would serve as an example to them and will make them cancel any idea if they want to do this.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

Jeff was considered a highly respected member within the hierarchy of the shifter culture and so it was accepted that he was honourable and reputable. If Jeff found his mate only for her to die, it would send him into an unstable mental state that had no sure outcome as it could end only in a few ways. If his pack is strong enough to pull him from his funk, he could become a feral rogue or he could end up killing himself or others in the process. “Alright, I’ll get what I can and see if I can make any sense of it.” Rolo nodded respectfully now to each and disappeared into the office looking for Jeff.

And most importantly, no more killer smiles. Right now, it’s just Gabriella the witch and Aelfric the werewolf. Just two mates enjoying the serenity together.