Maid Killer Novels & Stories

Marianne screamed. Helena drew immediately. Victor killed the terminal light. Darkness deepened. And through the chapel speakers, a new voice came alive: Female. Calm. Cold. Impossible. “Leave the child and come upstairs if you want to know why Mara calls another woman mother."

It throbbed halfway and sent a wave of burning agony in his body, tears gleamed in his eyes as pain finally subsided to numbness and his dead eyes rolled back in his head. With a sharp tug Maya retrieved her knife and she stepped back, the red fluid decorated her hands with sin as she numbly watched her prey fall with a thud at her feet. She watched him with icy gaze, her insane playfulness disappeared as she stood there just for a minute and then turned leaving Kailash Solanki's dead body in the drizzle. The blood marring her hands slowly got washed away by the rain, but it failed to wash away her tainted mind and her dark soul which craved for more blood and agony. XXX

Maria picked up a knife from the table and stepped toward me purposefully, the silver glinting ever so prettily in the candlelight. “I have an even more personal reason to leave you for last, though,” she said, her voice low. “It has always been a dream of mine to be able to kill the man who raped my mother as a young woman and made her life hell, and I am finally being granted that pleasure. Goodbye, Father.” “What?” I shouted, but it was too late for me to get her explanation as the blade plunged into my chest. Burning fire filled my lungs as blood gushed from the wound, my limbs tingling as they turned cold.

The maid said as Edmund was out if talking distance even for a vampire. "It is fine, I understand you had to do it." Khloe said. "Now how do we dispose these body ." "I wish we could just say we were defending ourselves from getting raped." The maid said. "Yeah, We could but who will believe?" Khloe asked. The maid looked at the butcher knife hanging out of the trolley they had been pushing to the kitchen store. "I think I have any idea." The maid said. Khloe followed the trail of her eyes. "No...no,no there is no way I am cutting those men into chunks ."

Once she was done she pushed Cassie's dead body to the ground and got on the bed taking Cassie's position and imitating how Cassie laid on the bed. Mia, Marcel and his mate Rufus’s daughter. Mia is a fifteen years older vampire, she was once human until the day Marcel and Rufus adopted her. Mia was an outcast at the orphanage, not many kids talked to her, many bullied her all because she saw weird things. To them it was weird but to Marcel and Rufus who heard of her knew she had a third eye and could see what the other children couldn’t see, at that time she saw it as a curse until she meant her parents who showed her their words and surprisingly she fitted in perfectly.

Candy Hall saw Marisa Miller's ruthlessness in her eyes, and she knew that people would do anything to protect themselves. She took the knife and walked tremblingly to the bed ...... Ah... Outside the window lightning and thunder, as if to explode the entire sky, the apartment heartbreaking screams were perfectly covered in it. A soft pile of flesh mixed with blood fell to the floor, the smell of blood mixed with visual stimulation, Candy Hall covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom to vomit violently. Marisa Miller, still leaning against the wall, quietly watched the yellow hair writhing in pain like a maggot before falling off the bed and struggling to crawl towards the door.

All of which led to Cade. “Despite his uncanny resemblance to Marius” she continued, a bored tone to her voice. “He is not of his line, however, we do have someone who is.” A slow, cruel, smile curved her blood red lips. Marius, I concluded, was the original vampire, Andromeda’s lover. At least now I had a name to tell Cade if I ever got out of here. She continued to walk further into the room, her eyes taking it in and she seemed satisfied.

“Alright men. The plan is very simple…take out everything that moves except the target, and make sure it's a clean job. Any mistakes will cost us our own lives.” His men nodded in unison, and they proceeded towards the house. … Isabella was truly inside her study, curled on an armchair and watching funny videos on YouTube, a hobby she had recently adopted to help her deal with the present chaos in her life. Dante's proposal had unsettled her so much that she wasn't even paying attention to her phone's screen, not when her mind was too restless. Then she heard it…a faint sound. It sounded like boots walking over concrete, soft and controlled, something that shouldn't have been perceived as se

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

Familiar. From the trees, a figure emerged—a woman wrapped in grey cloth, face obscured by a veil. She moved gracefully, but every step sent a chill down my spine. Steve stepped forward. "Who are you?" The woman stopped. Her voice was like smoke—soft and dangerous. "I am the Mourner. And I’ve come for the Daughter of Death." My blood ran cold. "What do you want with her?" Steve asked, taking a protective stance. The Mourner lifted her veil, revealing eyes that glowed silver. Not alive. Not dead. Something else.