Slasher Book Novels & Stories

Trailing the guard were the very soldiers and the psychologist who were supposedly dead. "What if... we are the witnesses?" I pushed through the line of agents, walking deliberately toward Silas. Behind me followed ten fully armed "ghosts." Enzo, whose throat was cut; Mario, who jumped from a building; Luigi, who drowned... Even the "suicidal" psychologist, Dr. Sterling. They removed their masks, revealing faces that made Silas look like he'd seen a ghost. The wine glass slipped from Silas's hand and shattered on the floor. His practiced elegance crumbled, and his eyes finally showed terror.

Elara stopped moving, her breath stuck in her throat as she looked up at the bookshelf. Through the spaces between the old leather books, a pale human hand was slowly coming out from the dark wall. The skin was covered in writing. And the hand was tightly holding a big silver editor's knife that was shaking with a low and scary sound. This time the correction was not for her writing. It was coming for her spine.

The boy asks as soon as I straighten, deciding which Soulless to kill first. “A friend. We can talk later.” I reassure the two frightened kids. Without a second to spare, I race towards the Soulless on the left, dodging a swipe of their claws and slashing at their paw with the dagger. I watch as it recoils in pain, the silver burning it’s flesh and giving me a moment to quickly slit their throat and give them a quick and painless death. Now on to the second Soulless.

AUTHOR’S POV: One Week After The Incident: “You have the same fate as your sister Zara…..DEATH!” the masked killer exclaimed as he attacked on Zara, stabbing his sharp knife in her shoulder. Zara screamed in pain and struggled under him for her freedom but soon realized that this time she is not so lucky. As she saw the big silver knife coming towards her heart again, she let out another painful scream and woke up with a jolt.

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

"She's not working and she earned that spanking, so no, you won't. She did raise a good point though, despite the politically incorrect way she raised it. Why don't you tell us how you put your wife into sexual servitude and what happened that you don't want to keep her there? Especially since it seems like two beautiful slaves for the price of one deal." Why not share the story. "I noticed Julia reading a lot of the same romance novels all the time, primarily sex slave or reverse harem novels. Alien abduction or paranormal romance primarily, though some other types of things as well. I read some of her novels and thought it might be a good thing for her to experience sex slavery for real. P

Undead And Unwed BY MARYJANICE DAVIDSON The first of a long series of books with "undead" in the title — Undead and Unemployed, Undead and Unpopular are others. Frothy, light, too much fashion. I didn't want to go further after the first one. 41-50. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter BY LAURELL K. HAMILTON

’ I tried to sound less scared and as confused as I can be. ‘Yoh! You won’t believe this. It says here Sharon stabbed her sister then killed herself.’ She said, handing me the newspaper. And yes, I couldn’t believe that the people I have killed made national headlines. And that it was ruled as a murder and suicide. As sickening as it sounds, I felt a little bit relieved that at least the spotlight will be on the late Sharon than me as a suspect. The details on the paper didn’t reveal much, just enough to paint Sharon as the culprit and no forced entry in their apartment whatsoever. I had to be relieved. ‘But how could Sharon do this to her own flesh and blood?’ I looked at Anna with a fake c

“But, listen –“ “Whew! Good,” I interrupted again. “That’s the last thing I need to add to tonight’s events. I mean, it’s bad enough that the cops have my favorite pair of jeans–“ “Shelly!” This time, it was Danni who interrupted me. “Stop, ok?” “Stop what?” I asked, innocently. “This!” She gestured all around me. “You’re deflecting! I think we should talk about what happened. I mean, I saw you come flying out of that alley, and there were two dead guys, and you were all bruised and bloody, and just…what happened?”

My wolf senses sharpened, everything around me slowing down just enough for focus to take over. I moved fast through the grounds, shooting and slashing at anything that wasn’t ours. They were southern assassins—no doubt. Their scent was thick, tainted with blood and metal. One lunged at me from behind a fallen beam, knife aimed for my throat. I twisted, slammed his arm against the wall, and drove my blade into his chest. He fell before he could even scream. Another came charging, two more right behind him. I ducked low, swept one off his feet, and snapped his neck before throwing the other against the burning wall. The heat from the fire stung my skin, but I didn’t stop.