Lakewood Slasher Novels & Stories

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

The kids were too scared to breathe, and Hazel hugged them closer as if her life depended on it. She moved closer to Liam. The men held him, stopping him from moving his body. Alessandra pressed the metal steel to his neck. "How about we start the party by killing the main character off? Oh, and before we start, I have a little gift for you," she said, and the door opened. Sara, a lady Liam had talked to me about, walked in with Slasher's head. The kids puked, feeling disgusted. "See, I did you guys a favor and got him out of the way," she bragged before Sara placed the head in front of me.

Someone was going to die, or was already dead. Fear started to sit in the pit of my stomach as my thought raced. I needed to tell someone, show someone. With the kind of knife I saw there, I could already guess that it was a werewolf. But who? There was a murderer in Lakewood. I stared to get off from the bed, fully intent on getting to my parents to tell them of my vision, but was stopped by the soft knock on the door. Just one whiff of his scent, and I already knew who it was at the door.

"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.

Mason says. " And we enjoyed every second of it." Levi says. So I turn back to him and he had a wicked smirk on his face. So I raised the gun again and without thinking twice or hesitating I pulled the trigger and shot him in the forehead. I then immediately turned the gun to Lochie and I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head too. I turned back to Mason and Rachel and they were both looking at shocked and were backing up against the back of their cell's.

Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench. "Win it for me," I begged with the best puppy eyes I could muster. "Why don't I win it for you, Princess?" Liam said as he stood next to Jack. "Just like old times, eh, Jack? Where I always give your girls what they want and always win," he added with a slow smirk spreading on his lips. I was about to tell Jack not to bother, but he grabbed the water gun and handed the vendor a five-dollar bill while glaring at his brother. "Not this time, Liam."

I needed quick answers from them. I needed to know how Mary winded up as the killer. My bet had always been on June. Or did they plan the whole thing together? Were they accomplices? "Why? Why did you kill her?" I demanded, wanting nothing but to get the answers to my million questions from her. She was silent. It increased my agony and I couldn't control the urge to flare up. "Luna Eleanor was a sweet woman. She didn't do anything wrong to you! She didn't even know you well enough to hurt you! How could you have done that to her? How?!"

"The den and anything in it is off limits. It's technically a crime scene and we can't let anyone in there." "Oh." "Besides, after what you and your friends have been through, you deserve all of this." Bobby carried on. "Also Lucas will kill us if we—ow!" While Sierra's swift elbow into Bobby's side had obviously meant to be subtle, Chloe's keen eyes caught it. Maybe it was because she was a werewolf or maybe it was years of constantly having to watch everything going on to protect herself. Either way, she caught the movement and tilted her head slightly in confusion. What did Lucas Wolfe have to do with all of this?

I heard a chuckle from Bradley. He was trying to make me think I was crazy, so that I could let go of what I had seen. But I wasn’t about to let him make me second guess myself when I knew I had been completely sober. Never in my life had I ever had hallucinations and delusions so trying to pathologize me was not going to work. “I saw Leon turn. There was another witness, Rafael. Is he also a werewolf, because he vanished fast?” Mr. Morgenstern finally realised I was dead serious. He glanced at Bradley whose expression did not change. Mr. Morgenstern turned back to me. “Come to my house at seven pm for dinner, all of you excluding the young one.”

Viktor was now a huge serpent, accommodating another Reaper. Serpent-like versus serpent, slithered body to slithered body. Serra would have enjoyed the sight if it's not a life to death situation. The Reaper hissed and slithered toward Viktor. Viktor dodged, missing the claws. Viktor was clearly no match to the Reaper, the monster has claws and Viktor have none. The Reaper advanced again at him but he quickly ducked and hit the monster with his tail, like a slap.