Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

(It must be so bad that one of them became rogue) 2. Why won't the FL reject the rogue (even though there are hints he may be behind the murders--he's responsible for some of them but not the parents)? 3. What kind of romantic dynamic would this menage a trois have while avoiding "brotherly love"? 4. Who is the killer? 5. Who are the real villains that threatens our trio? 6. How does our heroine react to being America's (or whatever) Most Wanted criminal while having to adjust to being a wolf and a Luna?

"Please! Don’t kill me! I have a family!" "Oh, I know. You have a lovely wife and such adorable kids." "Don’t you dare touch my wife! You sick monster!" I chuckled coldly. "I’m not the monster here. you and I both know who it is." "Did Moretti send you?" "Bingo! We got a winner here! for the prize, do you want me to shoot at the heart or head? Your choice but please hurry my schedule are pack to kill people." "You are a sick woman!" he spits to my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. "Now that’s not nice," I said in my deadly tone. I cock my gun and aim it at the heart but then again interruption.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

"And I won't let a man I hate die such an easy death. You owe me, Dante. You owe me for every minute I spent in that penthouse. You owe me for the tracker. And you're going to pay me back by helping me burn the Romanovs to the ground." ​Dante didn't answer. He didn't need to. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss that tasted of bourbon, blood, and a dark, toxic desperation. It wasn't a kiss of love; it was a kiss of two predators who had realized they were the only things left in a world that wanted them dead. ​He moved with a sudden, frantic energy, his hands roaming over my shivering body, marking every inch of my skin as if he were re-writing the deed to my soul in the

I sat on the edge of the bed, methodically cleaning the custom Browning I'd just pulled from the thigh holster under my dress. The door opened. Robin walked in, loosening his tie. He saw the gun in my hand and raised an eyebrow. "Interesting choice of lingerie." "I don't like to waste time," I said, raising the gun until the black muzzle was pointed squarely between his eyes. "Robin Kane, I hate men who play games. If you think you can have your wife at home and your mistress on the side, or if you're trying to find some kind of salvation in Miss Isabella, we can call this off right now. Men are a dime a dozen. I, Zora Romano, am not."

“The exposed part of her face is beautifully lethal” I finally look down at the pictures of the dead bodies properly. The cuts are clean. These aren’t rage killings. These are surgical and professional kills. “Victims?” I ask. “Rogue daughters of the sun. Rogue wolves.” Alexander’s eyes narrow slightly. Rogue, not innocent but still....one woman made these kills. Hall steps closer. “She’s not killing civilians. She’s targeting supernatural outliers.” I lean back in my chair. “And?” “And she’s good.” Lucian moves now.

I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to face off with someone who could overcome Jeffrey. Then Jeffrey stumbled beneath a streetlamp, holding a scruffy, bloodied man in a headlock. “Jeffrey?” I asked. “What’s going on?” “This is your stalker,” Jeffrey grunted, struggling to keep his hold on the man. “Alexander Chevalier, the Bloody Knight. He’s the most well-known assassin in the werewolf criminal underworld.” Jeffrey pulled something out of Chevalier’s pocket and tossed it to me. The smooth fabric was immediately familiar. My favorite scarf.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Ermanno,My father whom you killed had a lover and she is their Daughter", he said and Damien's eyes grew the darkest shade hearing him and with a smirk he continued. "Why do you always have to take the girl who is related to me? First you stole the girl I loved, and now you've taken my Poor Sister," he gritted his teeth and pulled a blade from his pocket. He slashed his own skin, and blood flowed from it. Damein felt disgusted by his actions as he looked into his eyes, grinned and drank his own blood. "You're probably wondering how I'm not dead. And what happened to your ex?"He asked again, like a psychopath, and replied without even asking.