Killer Fiction Novels & Stories

he said and attacked me, the female assassin that I was fighting earlier seemed to take her chances and she attacked me again. The man swung his axe at me from above and I sidestepped out of the way again but I didn't get the chance to recover from the man's attack and the female one stabbed her sword at me. But the sword slides off my jacket, "what the hell?" She sounded so surprised. "She is an Hunter we must kill her..." I buried my hatchets deep inside his neck before he could finish the sentence. He stared into my eyes as blood seeped through his wound and he clutched to the floor before bursting into dusts.

I hit him and tried to push him off me with my good arm, but I was unable to move him. Memories assaulted me and pictures flashed through my mind, bringing up things that were best left forgotten. I was repulsed when my body reacted to his bite, I would be the laughingstock of the order if they knew. “Get the fuck off me, you parasite!” I yelled as I slipped the dagger from my sleeve and stabbed him. He pulled away a surprised then confused look on his face, “Your blood is divine, like a drug.” he looked at his wound. "Now really, that was uncalled for, you know..." his words died, his eyes widening.

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

bakit parang tinutusok yung dibdib ko bakit parang gusto kong umiyak ngayon? Dahil siguro ay umasa akong totoo yung sinasabi nya pero fuck asf?!Hindi naman pala sinabi nya lang yun para hindi ko sya patayin at matakasan nya ako,Pero....Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel?

Whereas I love the challenge of coming up with a cover story and can’t imagine doing a job without one (even though on some level I admit it would make things easier). “No,” I respond at last after considering her question, “I think we should still have a Herring, if for no other reason than we don’t want this to come back and bite the governor. If we leave the killings completely open-ended, conspiracy theorists might jump on it and say the family was killed by the government for their involvement in the K.K.K.—the fact that the conspiracy theorists would be right, for once, is beside the point. It’s safer if we have a Herring in place.”

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe

I whispered. "That's the part that stays with you. Not the killing itself. The fact that when it mattered, when it was you or them, your body knew exactly what to do. And some part of you was good at it." He looked at the mill, at the door hanging in splinters. "That's what makes us dangerous. Not the violence. The competence." I looked at my hands. Still shaking. Still bloody. "How many?" I asked. "Kills?" He was quiet for a moment. "Stopped counting after the first dozen. Seemed pointless once it became just another thing I did to survive."

LXXXIII: Heaven and Earth Knox's POV He might have fooled everyone but not me. He might have been able to lie and make himself a hero, but not to me. I was there. I've seen how Kelly, Vladimir and Mishka were killed, and it only came to my mind how they are exactly the same. They were all stabbed in the same places and the murderer used the same type of knife. This isn't just an ordinary paid assassin but a psychopathic killer who has a pattern. He liked killing and he mastered it.