Killer Fiction Novels & Stories

"Wolves?" He shook his head. "No. Remember the newspaper article about the woman who burned in a fire in her house?" I nodded. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "We think she was a witch." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Why do you think that?" Elias sighed. "Well, according to folklore, witches can only be killed by fire." "And?" I asked. "And it was just the way the murder was done." Xander shrugged. "She was trapped in the house, burned alive, and it was arson. A traditional witch killing."

It only took us a half an hour to kill everyone, bloods dripping on the ground soil, spilling over the green color of the grass. No screams are heard for all of them are dead. A deadly massacre instituted by the Tri-Alpha. And her. Alpha Riley lunged at Victoria. Her body is trembling, blood is visible as it drips over her face. Fuck. I think I just came seeing her bathing with someone’s blood. She looks so fucking hot right now and forbid me if I wanted to own her. “ Burn them down,” he murmurs making me stilled. I growled and pushed him away from her but a set of arms pinned me down on the ground.

My head was spinning like a spiral, everything was hazy. I couldn’t remember clearly what I was doing but It was forbidden and things were getting tougher and more menacing with each passion and I was no longer breathing on my own. was. finished. Everyone was dead, I didn’t care if the person was someone I know or an enemy, I killed it. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth, licking my lips, I walked closer to the only survivor, Jessica. She is just a baby.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the SNAP of the leather. I saw the way Sofia’s skin had puckered and split and I saw the raw, primal terror in Maria’s eyes. It was the same terror I had carried since the day I met Raul, and since the night he was killed. I had become the thing I hated. I had used a weapon to silence a voice. A soft, rhythmic knock sounded at the door. I didn't answer. I didn't want to see Sofia’s replacement. I didn't want to see the new, sharpened fear in the staff's eyes.

“But by all means, please continue.” “There’s nothing much to say, I’m afraid. I killed him when I had had enough, as soon as I got the chance. I know that this isn’t a topic you’re accustomed to. Death is taboo in the human world. In ours, it’s a part of everyday life. We hunt and kill to survive, after all. Some of us do it for sport. I was never like the rest of us. I was different. Perhaps it was my husband’s actions toward me that broke me.” “You’re not broken,” Kiera said, taking her plump hand in hers. “You’re the best person I know. Unrelenting. Tireless. I have about a hundred adjectives to describe you.”