Nine Tailed Fox Killer Novels & Stories

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.

Could that be the reason I reacted that way? That was years ago. I tapped aggressively against the table, confused and angry. I kissed the person who killed my park members. The betrayal had come from me, again. Ishtar was a different person, and I just needed to make my peace with that face. Still, if she was an ordinary person, why does she calm my wolf so? Why do I feel whole, saner when she is around? There were so many unanswered questions. Questions I'd love to ask Minerva herself, why did she side with the hunters? Why did she kill all those people? She committed suicide before I could get to her.

A traitor who was working for Roman wouldn't look at me with that level of unfiltered, suicidal honesty. He was broken, he was grieving, and he was completely dangerous—but he wasn't the snake. The parasite was still hiding in a deeper shadow, using Nathaniel’s public heartbreak as a smoke screen to cover their own movements. I released his shoulder, stepping back to pick up the tactical clipboard marked with the coordinates. "Find out who it is," I commanded coldly, my tone switching back into an absolute operational register that brooked no further emotional outbursts. "You have 48 hours, Nephew”

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

He was the one who hurt her. “I mean the way you were riding fool hardy across that range. You could’ve tumbled that horse and went down. I have never been so angry and afraid at the same time.” She pursed her lips. How dare he? I can ride circles around—Wait he was afraid…FOR ME? His fingers moved along her chest to play with the lace on her bra. She sucked in her breath. Next, his fingers on his other hand grazed along her bare waist. Oh, he is crafty. A slow torturous seduction. I can see it now. My grave marker: Here lies Kanda Kincade, who died of an eternal orgasm.

the stranger bent over Marcel and pulled out a golden dagger but before he could kill Marcel with it he felt something stab him from behind making him drop his weapon. “I thought they said you were one of the best" a female voice said behind him “Urgh ...what?” He tried to turn to see the face of his attacker but Marcel used the opportunity to pick up the fallen dagger and stabbed his would-be killer in the throat before pushing him with the little strength he was able to muster, he sat up and watched the man bleed to death but saw something strange in the man’s blood.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

"There are a couple of spots as you get closer to the forested area where there are no houses. That's been his hunting ground." Immediately, Lia thought of the black wolf she'd seen the other night. Was a shifter doing this? Was it his friend Mike? God, how awful would that be? "I-is he killing them?" She hated to ask the question. "No, thank the good lord. I assume he thinks he's safe because he wears all black including a hood with only eyeholes cut out." He blew out a breath. "He grabs them, subdues them quickly with a drug he injects, rapes them, and goes on his way. He's grabbing them so close to the woods, it makes a perfect place for him to attack them and leave them when he's finishe

I was about to end somebody’s life, I had to be frightened. Upon arrival in Newtown, doubt crept into my subconscious. It actually woke me up as I began asking myself ‘what on earth am I thinking’. My hands began shaking and they were covered with dampness. I became unconsciously too awash with the sinful deed I was about to engage in and for a moment, I sat in the car motionless. My head was overwhelmed with guilt because in all honesty, there was no bad blood between Naledi and I. Our only beef was Billy. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew I had to accomplish the mission. He once again coached me on what to do and what to avoid. He opened the lid of his cabin and pulled out what