Killer Fiction Novels & Stories

If Kira recognizes some of the Alphas being shown on tv, she doesn't say anything. She glanced at Ashton to see that he was already done with his food, that was fast. He had that blank expression on his face that told her he had muted the world around him, this was how he normally was even in class. Kira had known that only bad people were being sent to the mad pact, but she hadn't thought it was this bad. Some were guilty of killing off their whole pack, others burnt their families alive, and one was even suspected of eating his sister ( very scary ). There was a certain Alpha who raped a total number of 46 women in his pack and then proceeded to write his name on their bodies with a hot ir

I was even more pissed now. “Let’s give this warrior some respect and cover him up. He will also need a proper burial.” “Yes, Alpha,” Kieran replied, sensing that I didn’t want to talk anymore. Those fucking hunters. The air surrounding me reeked of them. We knew the previous outbreaks were at the hands of the savages christened hunters, each occurrence followed the same pattern and each wolf that was harmed had the same markings. It was always one wolf set upon, but never more than that. This made us believe it was a lone hunter, a do-gooder, an opportunist, and, somehow, the bastard always got away. This time though… This time, there were more, and Gilly had been killed. This was not the a

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

he added. Kier snorted as he knew why Harvey was like this to him. “I already said I am sorry. Why are you so agitated?” Kierson finally saw the table that was reserved for them. He strode in that direction while Harvey and Kier followed. “Fraudsters are way worse than felons.” The three of them were seated. “Are you saying that killers are guiltier than cheating men?” Kier asked as he rolled his eyes. Kierson laughed. “We killed people, Kier. Are we any worse than you?” he asked.

"I trained Nikolai for years. He came to me days before. Bruised from practice. Showed me the files. Your dad paid off leagues in Russia and here. Nikolai wanted to expose it all. I told him to disappear. He did not listen." Pavel paused as a loud chain rattled from a bag across the room. A fighter cursed after a missed punch. "I checked the body myself," Pavel continued. "Needle mark in his arm. Poison. Fast one that drops a man. Bruises on his neck too. Then the weights crushed him to sell the story. Coroner got paid off. Syndicate fixed the rest." I rubbed my hands over my face trying to breathe. "My dad killed Kade's brother over dirty bets? This is real?"

Every time I asked, she would tell me the money was in a fixed-term deposit, that we were working toward "financial freedom" And I had believed her. Behind the gleaming title of a million-dollar annual salary, I lived like a beggar hiding in the shadows. I gave her all my trust and money, yet in the end, she let me die in agony on a hospital bed. The chicken soup she had brewed countless times now carried the scent of deceit. As I gazed into the feigned worry and tenderness in Myra's eyes, I suddenly let out a low laugh. The sound was so cold it felt foreign even to me.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV My guards were positioned behind each of the men with blindfolds on. I approached them slowly. "This guy is a killer," I stated, pointing at the first one. I found it amusing. I might have blood on my hands too, but I haven't harmed any innocent person. "He shot and murdered a family of five while they were asleep. Two of those victims were young kids."