Jeff The Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was his cold neglect that led to our deaths, yet it was all conveniently dismissed as a tragic accident. How could I not hate him? "James, you've done enough," my father and mother said, stepping forward to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. I looked at their graying hair and felt tears spill silently down my face. When I first met James, he wasn't an alpha. He was just an ordinary beta. It was through my parents' support that he climbed step by step to where he was now. Poor Mom and Dad. Even now, they were still deceived by his mask of false sincerity.

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

He grabbed my dagger and was about to kill himself I took the dagger from his hands then said, " Hmm scared huh? Afraid enough to end it yourself than to face me now? Very nice but you know I am not you... Definitely not a psychopath like you... So I kinda pity you and your state." I patted his cheek slightly then said in a dark tone, " Just think what more I could have done to you Jeffery and how much mentally fucked up you are." I got up keeping my dagger back as he was still on the ground in a horrible state.

Jeff would hunt Brooke’s path down using his own malice. Ever since that mysterious female's visitation, Jeff had survived within a state of relentless, freezing terror every single sun. Whenever his eyes monitored those predatory, high-beta inmates gathering in the distance, his paws would sprint to avoid the encounter. Those shifters were universally massive and lethal; executing a physical violation against his thin frame represented a minor exercise for their strength. And as the moon phases cycled, his hatred for Brooke intensified into a consuming fire. What a vindictive, merciless bitch! It was Madison who had initially dialed her frequency to command her presence at the meat-stalls.