Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

His fingers tightened around her arms as he turned her slightly, making her look, forcing her to see. “There,” he said coldly, nodding toward the blood-soaked woman lying lifeless on the floor. “Didn’t she bring you a warm meal just a few hours ago? Smiled at you. Called you sweet.” Vera’s breath hitched. Her eyes locked onto the dead woman, and for a moment she saw the fake-old neighbor. Her knees weakened again, her stomach turned, but Roman held her upright. “You aimed. You fired.” His voice dropped even lower. “You’re a killer… just like me.” She looked up at him, horrified, but his face was unreadable—unforgiving, almost proud.

Horace said, quickly introducing himself as well. Hendrick's gaze landed on Romeo at once, his gaze sharpening, making Romeo's eyes hurt with a stabbing pain. "Who's the person who killed my junior, Lupin White, Mr. Osborne?" Romeo was terrified by Hendrick's gaze and quickly answered, "Mr. Tigerton, the murderer is Damian Luther. He's a security guard at Spencer Corporation in Cloudcove." A terrifying murderous intent instantly emanated from Hendrick, making Romeo tremble as his hair stood on its ends.

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

I struggled to find the words. “That crazy bitch killed him,” she added. “Who knows how she did it and who she trapped with her slutty ways to help her deal with Dickson?” I sighed. “Scarlett... she’s mated to Alpha Damon of the Crescent Pack, and he might be the one who killed him.”

Leaving death and destruction in their wake must be so easy for them. I think of Tammy’s dead body and I wince. “Why did you kill her?” I ask, voice low and pained. “What did she do so wrong?” He looks at me through the mirror again and he actually smirks. “The maid? She was a nosy bitch who couldn’t keep her mouth shut, that’s what. She deserved it. Smashed her head on the bathroom tub two times to make sure she doesn’t run her ugly mouth again.” He says and the graphic description of Tammy's death almost has me throwing up. I look at Roman, my heart filled with so much hate and anger for this man. So much that it supersedes my fear for him.

"But he forgot one thing." "What's that?" "In the dark, I am the monster he should be running from." He leaned down, his mouth catching hers in a sudden, bruising kiss. It was sharp, demanding, and laced with the taste of copper and gunpowder. It was a dark reminder of who they were—two killers who had found a sanctuary in each other’s violence. Vivian melted into it for a fraction of a second, her fingers gripping the strap of his tactical vest, matching his hunger before he pulled away, his expression hardening back into ice.

It was you. Your own lover killed you. Bile rises in her throat while Agatha turns away from Romeo, swallowing it down but it only keeps growing. She doesn't want to feel bothered by it, but at the same time she can't help it. "And then? What else?" "I think you already know that." Romeo answered, pulling out a file and placing it on her bedside table. "Angela Raphael pushed Xander off the bridge, her work being done with him." Of course she did.

“Well, even if you escaped, you will still be recognized with that sinful face of yours. So, here’s my proposition…” Dorrien watched the face of the serial killer winced under the light of the lamp posts as the new moon was not that glowing enough to give light to them. “What is the cost of your apparent help, Monsieur?” Dorrien smiled at the French native rapist. “You just have to ask a woman who she really is, and if her name is actually Romaine.” The killer looked at him from head to toe. “So, in exchange of you changing my face through this supernatural way, all I have to do is confront someone if this woman is really Romaine?”

Clearly he is in one of his moods again. I begin to speak. “I knew from my visions that the killer was a tall male in his early-to-mid twenties that talked in a British accent and was cruel and sadistic. When I talked to Grimm he shared a few more details. Such as the killer was a vampire. He also suspects that the killer is the same man causing all the chaos in the other realm.” Mason and Maddy nod. “In the other realm, the man behind the murders and wars, he teamed up with Grimm's sibling Eris and Moros. They are using their powers to wreak havoc. So while everyone is busy dealing with the crisis they stir up, the killer is murdering people. Overthrowing kingdoms. Disposing pack members. D