Nightmare X Killer Novels & Stories

They all know him, and it was a long time ago since they heard that name. Nicolas Cruzvelt, the Alpha who killed the triplet's mother, Xanthea, is here to kill them also. They think he still holds grudges to them and wants them killed. But how long he will take the fire and burn of the hearts of the wolves and mafias.

Johnny nodded and turned toward me with a small smile before leaving. Alpha Xander was six feet tall with lots of muscles. His eyes were a baby blue color. His hair was jet black with skin the color of milk chocolate. His age was 23. He had been alpha for a little over four years after his father was killed in a rogue attack. I kept my head down so I wouldn't feel much worse once he rejects me. "Cassie McIntire I Alpha Xander alpha of Night Creeper Pack reject you as my mate and Luna of this pack." Alpha Xander said. I didn't give him time to say anything else I ran for the nearest cliff.

"She was pregnant. She needed help from the Dr." "I'm sorry," I tell him. "You will be," He says, moving closer. "I'm sure Xander didn't know, or he would have helped her," I tell him. He chuckled. "He is not the sweet man you think he is. He's a killer, just like his father. He killed my Mate, and it's only fair I kill his," 'Brinley, let's shift,' Before I could reply to her, the man grabbed me by the neck.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.

She walked at the middle of the road, unlucky for her a high-speed car passed over her. When her parents approached Tina over the cause of their daughter's death, she was speechless. She felt like she had lost her own sister. "Tina wake up!" Mother pushed her bedroom door. Tina had felt asleep an hour before with the laptop on her thigh. Mother picked it up before she pulled her.

Jasper took a deep breath and sat in his luxurious work chair. “Actually, I've planned something to get rid of Xander and kick the Black Canis out of Miami. But after I thought about it, it would be better if his own group would kill him," Jasper answered emotionlessly. Everest's brows furrowed because he didn't understand. “What kind of plan?” “I heard that he had killed some families in his pack because they opposed him and wanted him to step down. Reportedly, Xander hasn't gotten his Luna yet. He's older than me; he should have pups, don't you think?" Everest raised his chin, then nodded in understanding.

He looked at the walls, then at me. "Messy one, Miller," he grunted, stepping over a pool of congealing dark. "The mess is a distraction, Captain," I replied, standing over the victim with a look of professional mourning. "The perpetrator wanted us to see chaos. But if you look at the ceiling—see that spray? That’s from a secondary strike. The killer stayed to watch the life fade. They enjoyed it." Vance narrowed his eyes. "You sound like you’re inside his head."

He sliced through Silas’s robes, drawing a line of black, oily blood across the priest’s ribs. ​Silas didn't cry out. He laughed. ​"Is that the best the Ninth Life’s killer can do?" Silas swung the scythe in a wide, punishing arc. The blade caught Julian in the side, sending him crashing into a stack of metal drums. ​"Julian!" I screamed.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

His eyes are tired and bloodshot, running down the length of me, several warriors posted behind him as I blink awake to my bedroom. I’m coughing my cries, so overwhelmed with fear that it takes a minute for me to realize it was only a nightmare. Again. It’s been many days since Xander had cornered me in the washroom, his threat bringing on such intense nightmares ever since. Again and again, I see the rogue from the casino holding me down, his claws dragging down my body and pooling blood underneath me as he leaves no skin unhurt. He is ruthless, but he isn’t here and instead Jaxson is, concerned and reaching to wipe my tears away. I flinch instead, wound too tight with fear.