Killer Fiction Novels & Stories

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

I had even believed it. But it had been desperation. And now… she was the price. A soft knock echoed through the silence. A servant, perhaps. I ignored it. My mind was elsewhere dragged into the past. The first time I killed, I did it for the family. The second time, for revenge. The third, for power. But the worst of them? I did for survival. And now survival demanded more blood. Hers. Viktor knew. He always knew which nerve to press, which string to pull. He’d always been the kind of man who didn’t just wage war he made it art. And I had underestimated him.

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

Whatever was given to me paralyzed every part of me besides my eyes that darted every which way. “I know you can’t answer. So just listen.” He slapped the needle down on the table next to me, “There’s still a plot to kill me isn’t there? Helix said you aren’t part of it, but come on dear.” his smile was devious, “You want me dead too don’t you?” My eyes darted back and forth as if I could have shook my head. “Either you are one of the best liars he has ever encountered or you really don’t want me dead. I need to know which it is.”

I answered him. I couldn’t tell him about the pictures, the stories, the bodies, not without explaining how and why I saw them. I can’t tell him about the time I was dragged through a burnt-out town, forced to stare at the bodies that littered the streets. I can’t tell him that I know it was werewolves that killed all those people, without explaining that I knew it because the hunters caught three of them. I can’t explain how those wolves were tortured and beaten, begging and pleading for their lives. Right up until the point that they confessed and were then decapitated. I definitely can’t tell him that this was a one time only thing. Those hunters took me to many small little human towns a

After I finished arranging my mother's funeral, I took her journal and went back to my hometown. I did it for only one reason. I wanted to avoid James. The police had already ruled David, Linda, and Martha's deaths as suicides. However, James refused to let it go. He insisted on digging out the truth. His repeated questioning made me feel exhausted. When I got back to my hometown, I couldn't wait to open my mother's journal. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence.

A few days later, I saw an email in his inbox. [Mr. Holmes, the insurance policy you purchased for your wife a few days ago is now officially effective. The details of the policy are attached with this email.] So, that was it. As expected, Lucius and Lilian had another trick up their sleeves. It was beyond my expectations that they would use such evil tactics to get me killed. Three days later, Lucius told me that he had asked for a month off. He was going to take his whole family to Ambersnow on a skiing trip.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

Alissa sounded frantic which she was pleased “Are you at 5 Westgate avenue?” “YES! Hurry!” Alissa put the phone down, she looked over Kimberly's lifeless body, she didn't think vagrants had done this. She looked at the knife wounds. She heard footsteps “Alissa can you tell what happened?” “I think this is human. He shook his head, “Not sure, I can smell wolf” “Could that be from last night though?” Alissa asked.