Killer Fiction Novels & Stories

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“He tells everyone the car accident was random. Bad weather. Wrong place. But Lilian called me the night before. Said she had proof that the Architects were turning Fenrir into a weapon that can kill wolves permanently. She was going to expose them with Callum’s help.” Kieran’s breath hitches beside me. For a second, the basement feels too small for his grief. “They drugged him,” he says, voice rough. “Same chemical signature we keep finding on the bodies.” Kali nods. “Silver-laced Fenrir variant. Locks the shift down. Makes an Alpha easy to kill and easy to frame.” She taps the journal again. “Your mother got there too late to save him.” The basement feels smaller, the air thicker. I can al

Vulk swore as the Unicorn slowly crawls out the door. “This is worse than I thought,” I admit, looking around the room. “I think Ki-lin was killed to keep him quiet.” “About what… and how? It looks like he was just rogered to death. I’m not sure that’s a crime, I mean, it’s obviously murder, but how would you organise something like that?” Vulk asks, pulling his phone and calling in help to secure the crime scene. “Oh, it was murder,” I declare, “and I know who’s responsible.”

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

He was gone. He had gone very badly too, if the state of his body was anything to go by. The three stripe lines on his chest were very deep, deep enough that the pale white of bones of his ribs could be seen from their depths. The cuts were obviously made by a clawed hand., a very sharp and very long one. But that was not what killed Chase. It was the ragged cut on his throat, deep enough to have nearly severed his head that did it. Something told Kihara the killing cut was made by the same clawed hand. It was a brief memory, a flash of imagery, running through her minds eyes, too fast to catch, yet as clear as day. She saw the wolf from before, it’s eyes grey, deadly, and perpetually amused

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

but the person concerned put her hands in defense quickly Then she raised her foot and hit her chest violently, causing Celine to gasp, clutching her chest in pain Ardina stood up, "Kill her like you killed that old man." Her wolf muttered excitedly to her..he loves to kill, because of his instinct and because he is a sadist " Come on, puppy, I'm waiting for you here." Ardina wanted to provoke her with this, and she succeeded, Celine, or rather her wolf, roared with great nervousness.

Then I slip into the town, find Isla's cell and finish it. The thought made my blood run cold but it fueled me at the same time. My eyes burned with fury. The merciless part of me was awake again, the side of me that showed no pity, no hesitation. I am a killer when I need to be. Cold blooded and ruthless. Mercy, pity and soft heartedness are not in my traits. That's what June deserves and tonight, he will have his vengeance.

1 SABRINA The first time I killed someone, I was seventeen. He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder. My handler called him “a necessary evil.” He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world. But I knew better. There was nothing noble about this work. It was bloody, messy, and merciless. I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.

Ard'al helped the boys up out of the trap door and tried to keep them from seeing the carnage that had destroyed their home. He knew that rogue werewolves were dangerous, but he never could have imagined that this one would kill so many people. This rogue was rare however because it had been an Alpha that had been beaten but not killed for his position. The first kill had been three weeks ago three villages over. The council had gotten word immediately of the killing and had sent him and his men out to investigate. Ten bodies later and it was finally over.