Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

‘’ Evenly warned showing her fangs and claws ‘’Come on Evelyn we’re past that , we are still a pack without an Alpha so if anything goes down here we’ll die in the name of Rouges ‘’ Dante said ‘’What makes you so sure The person who killed your Alpha is here ? ‘’ Xavier asked I could feel the hair at the back of neck raise as I braced myself for what was gonna happen next . ‘’The killer’s description matches the profile of a hunter ‘’ As soon as heard the word hunter I bit my tongue waiting for him to complete his sentence ‘’ Someone people say he kills supernaturals just for the fun of it , he was last sighted here in South America ‘’

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“I don’t know. He could be setting you up. He offered to help you, right?” I took a drink. “I know you can’t think straight when it comes to Killian. I get it. But let’s be pragmatic here. You might be walking into a trap. He might be taking you straight to the wolf’s den to be ambushed.” “Doesn’t that seem too obvious?” “Reverse psychology. It is too obvious, which is why it’s not believable.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Even if you’re right, this is still Dante’s fault. And I want him hung from a noose.”

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…

Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn’t sit well with me. Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.”

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

She snapped back to reality to find Killian standing right in front of her. The crowd had parted for him like the sea, and now he was here. Towering. Dominating. A king reclaiming his territory. His presence was just as overwhelming as she remembered, sending a thrill of fury and something far more dangerous through her veins. “I go by Raven now,” she said, swirling her champagne. “Elena Romano is dead.” Killian smirked, tilting his head. “Is she?” His dark eyes dragged over her, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her. “Because I’d know her anywhere.”

“What sort of people are you actually going to research? I mean, you’re really going to meet them, aren’t you? Because let’s face it, they’re not going to send their deep dark secrets in a message like ‘hey, here’s how I kill my victims.’” I bite my lip. She’s right. I’ll have to meet them in person. But who exactly? What kind of characters does dark romance revolve around? “Mafia bosses, serial killers, stalkers... What else is there?” Jenni pauses, considering. “Well, rapists, human traffickers, underground ring leaders, torturers, or interrogators—whatever they’re called.” “Yeah, I’m not doing rapists or human traffickers. That’s... too much,” I reply, shaking my head.

“I can make sure Romy is avenged. Will that make you happy?” The Blood Taker glares at me, his expression full of hate. “You’re going to hurt the werewolf bitch?” “I’ll do more than hurt her.” Toman moves toward me. He grabs me by the back of the head, his fingers digging into my scalp and pulling my hair. He forces me to my knees and stands over me. I have to bite my tongue to keep quiet as he’s hurting me. “One of these bitches is the reason Romy is dead,” he declares. “One of them slit his throat.”

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an