Scream 3rd Killer Novels & Stories

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

Her dishevelled look, her wounded feet and her ruined white dress ran into his head as he breathed nervously and kept shouting for his name. And when she just turned to a corner, the killer smiled devilishly and pounced on Sabrina's body and stabbed her endlessly. *** Just as Francis was about to leave when Sol’s piercing scream was heard across the room, as he shouted, “Sab!!!”

A heart‑rending scream from my mother‑in‑law echoed through the screen. My soul shuddered instinctively, tears sliding down from the corners of my eyes. The killer’s face emerged clearly before everyone watching. Linda staggered backward, nearly knocking over the machine. On the screen, the figure wielding the knife and carving into her mother slowly lifted her head—revealing a twisted face identical to Linda’s own. The room went deathly pale. “How is this possible? The killer is the police chief?”

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is straightforward." He began pacing slowly. "The defendant had both motive and opportunity. She was actively searching for the deceased on the night of his death. She was the last known family member attempting to locate him and it is well known that she ran away from her home at an early age." He looked towards my direction. "And before the end of this trial, we shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that Dr. Karma Kuntz murdered her father." He returned to his seat. "The State calls Mr. Viktor Schneider." A middle-aged man in an expensive charcoal suit approached the witness stand. He took the oath before sitting.

Couldn't stop seeing his face when he'd said"this one is dangerous" A minute passed. Five. Ten. Then she heard it. Footsteps on gravel. A door opening somewhere in the dark. Muffled voices— too low to make out the words. Then a pause. And Three gunshots. She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Silence. Minutes that felt like hours. Then the driver's door opened. He slid into the seat. His hands were steady. His face was unreadable. But there was fresh blood on his shirt— not his, she could tell now, the way he moved, no wince— and his knuckles were raw.

I assumed the third person was the one who had killed the two men and fled. “There was a third person here, I can smell their scent, fading but there was definitely another person here. Most likely the one one who killed these two.” I replied thinking nothing of it, my senses were much more heightened than Rhett’s but a tracker should have caught it. “Did you have any trackers in here?” “Yah just one, he could only scent the Alpha’s son and got nothing from the unknown. He detected no other scents.” I could feel his frustration and curiosity from the other side of the room.