Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there. "Estelle.." he called, alerted on seeing the body of Estelle on the floor. "Moreau, I knew you would come for me.." she muttered weakly, forcing a smile, her last wish had finally been fulfilled. "What happened to you?" Moreau a

She was a tall girl in her mid-twenties whom Ricky had fallen for. Roman saw the killer's back but as soon as he turned around in Ricky's memory, the image became blurry. Roman was tired and couldn't concentrate. All he could catch was a tattoo of the grim reaper on the killer's backhand. This was just before he phased into a light grey wolf with yellow glowing eyes. Roman came out of the kid's head and almost fell down on the floor. "Alpha!" "Roman!" In a flash, Klaus and Jaxson held up their Alpha before he hit the floor.

“Why so shocked, kitten?” He purrs at her. There are blood stains on his face and clothes, making Scarlett shiver in fear. The corpse of the homeless man is lying behind him while the woman is standing there, deadpan. Scarlett can’t look away, her heart thumping hard. This is the true face of Ryder. The face of a killer. “I am a killer, kitten,” he says as if reading her mind. “I told you already.” “You…you said you only kill when it’s necessary,” she whispers. “This…this is…”

I started, “you wouldn’t know if this would you?” “Know this? Reina Romano, the untouched mafia princess has an unknown job in the underworld that no one except close ones knows of. She is talking to my wife, hmph. I thought my wife didn’t trust anyone?” “Not if they went on missions together,” I stated grabbing a glass of champagne from the waiter’s plate. He raised his eyebrows for a split second but then released a sigh. “She’s the black Hunter,” he huffed, “but how the hell did you know that she was the one killing at your club?”

Rosalie screamed, her voice cracking with fear and anxiety. Killian didn’t blink. His face was carved in stone. “Let me go! Please! Let go!” she sobbed harder, thrashing in his hold but it was useless. In that moment, panic consumed her. She knew nothing as if her mind was blank. The only thing that filled her brain was, he was a killer. The man she gave herself to, the man she confessed her love to, the man who made her heartbeat faster! The very man she loved like a mad woman is nothing but a killer, yet he lied to her. He’s not even a human! No human can kill like that.

"I’ve memorized every mark he left on her. Every night for years, I’ve closed my eyes and practiced the exact strike that will open his throat. Let me go. Let me be the monster he fears. My son and your brother are enough to hold this house." I stared into the hollow depths of Romano’s eyes and saw them the ghosts of our fallen pack, the silver-burned corpses, and the smell of ash that never truly left a man. Dagger wasn’t just a hunter; he was a phantom who specialized in the systematic slaughter of our kind. Sending Romano alone would be signing his death warrant, but denying him the chance to reclaim his wife’s honor felt like a different kind of execution.

She wanted this as much as I did. She wanted to end this—end her battle with herself. "You think you can still be someone else?" I asked, my words deliberately cruel. "Someone who isn’t mine?" I smiled… My teeth flashing in the dim light. I knew the answer. I’d always known. There was no Sabrina without Viktor. "You’re mine, Sabrina. You’ve always been mine." 19 SABRINA I killed myself that night. The woman I had been, the one sent here to end him, to cleanse the world of his darkness, she died the moment I lowered the gun.

This man here strongly believed that Roman has something to do with it and the thought of it made my stomach twist. I never pictured him as a murderer. At least, not one that would kill his mate, unless he was ready to run mad. “What did he do? If you don't mind me asking?” I asked him. “She was so lively and easily the most beautiful wolf across the region. She had everything a man could wish for. Beauty, brains and heart. She loved him hard. And he got her killed!” Allen spat with that faraway look in his eyes. I could sense his consuming rage. The anger he was not yet able to fully express and today, I was going to be on the receiving edge of it.

Stacy toppled forwards onto the floor, her mind plunged into the darkness of a stormcloud, coursing with errant flashes of lightning. Her eyes stared forward at nothing. Her ears echoed with the vague sound of screams all around. "Help! Someone's been murdered!" "Mr. Dorne, it's your girlfriend!" In a fleeting moment of lucidity, Stacy caught sight of Joseph disappearing into the crowd, unheeding as he walked away, Charlotte safe within his arms. He never looked back, even once.

Killian bent closer to his frame a little more as if wanting to tell him a secret. "Especialmente su hermosa esposa," he whispered darkly. Garreth's eyes flew open. He glared hard at his tormenter but Killian only smirked. Smirk which meant end. He pulled the trigger without a delay. A sharp sound echoed in the basement giving way to a grim silence. Thick blood splotched the walls and the room resonated with a thud. The bullet had pierced his forehead. (Especially your beautiful wife)