Seven Thriller Novels & Stories

she shot back. "Want to see the uncut version?" I asked, scrolling through more videos. Keith had pulled some strings to gather all the evidence we could. "Here's the full street surveillance, plus statements from the shops around. It shows everything from you walking into the karaoke joint, to the thugs cornering you, to me helping you out. Not a second's missing," I said with confidence. The proof was rock solid. The crowd's gaze shifted from me to Sarah in a synchronized wave.

The specific silence of people who are in a room with something that could end them and have decided that breathing quietly is the most strategic option available. The Soul Sight hit me like a structural collapse. I had never felt it before — not like this, not with the particular ferocity of something detonating in the center of my sternum, golden light erupting through my peripheral vision, threads blazing outward from my chest toward the broadcast screen with the absolute and devastating specificity of a thing that has always known where it was going. I knocked my ration pack off the table standing up. The other workers looked at me. I was already moving. I sat in a maintenance corridor f

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.

What the fuck is happening, I need to open my eyes and get the fuck out of here, I need to find my mate and mark her, make her mine. “They are under a spell”, The witch says, no shit Sherlock, No one would’ve thought of that. Just fucking undo it so I can move, I am starting to feel really agitated as she chants and I feel burning on my stomach as if someone was dropping wax on my skin. I feel Asher return and she starts healing me.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

Angel closed her eyes hoping it would keep reality from intruding in and said “Stacia, she didn’t just do it one time. She made a habit of it.” Grant, Devon and Brandon’s eyes widened, and Hunter swore loudly and said, “You’re kidding right?” he could tell from her expression she wasn’t in the slightest. He said simply “Okay let’s go, you’ll never settle until you know all the answers. Stacia better be glad she’s dead, I’d have killed her for this.”

“You who kill ya A-adelia ... “ then consciousness Shanum disappear completely, along with the pain that is felt in every inch of his body. “Yes! I killed him! I manipulate the accident! But I still can't get Abizar! But you did not do anything in your life can get the heart Haidar and Abizar at once! Son of a bitch!” Sofia kicked the body Shanum already unconscious. She was immediately out of the apartment that was once satisfied to have tortured the honey. Sofia walked with quick steps, afraid of nothing that walked in on what she has done. Lucky this morning the atmosphere of the apartment still seems empty especially on a weekend like this. Probably most people will wake up more during t

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.

I couldn't even smell her scent so I couldn't follow her. That night I couldn't get her off my mind, sleep was not an option. I need to find out who she is and why I am having a hard time detecting what she is. My wolf said she is a werewolf but I can't smell her wolf on her at all. Shadow thinks that she has no clue what she is. He also thinks that she was never part of a pack as we can't detect any pack scent on her either. Witch I guess would have made scents on why she has no wolf yet if she has never been around our kind she would develop at a much slower pace than the rest of us.