Novel & Cerita Slasher Book

The two massive bodies collided, smashing into the heavy bookshelves with enough force to rattle the panic room walls. The killer raised a suppressed pistol. Noah's left hand shot out, clamping around the man's wrist like a steel vice. He twisted violently. The bone-snapping crack didn't transmit through the silent feed, but the killer's mouth opened in a soundless scream. The gun clattered across the hardwood floor, sliding out of reach. This wasn't a tactical shootout. This was a primal, brutal slaughter. The killer pulled a serrated combat blade from his tactical vest. He drove it upward, aiming for Noah's ribs. Noah took the graze, letting the blade slice through his expensive white shir

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Sniffing her way around she followed the sound, her paws thumping loudly on the ground first, but slowed down in fright of scaring her prey away. Right when we thought about heading in the other direction, something sharp sliced through the flesh on my ribs and my wolf landed on the ground with a thud, yelping in pain. Hot pain seared from my side to my chest and a howl escaped my mouth. Footsteps approached me and I slowly blinked open my eyes and saw two figures coming towards me.

The kids were too scared to breathe, and Hazel hugged them closer as if her life depended on it. She moved closer to Liam. The men held him, stopping him from moving his body. Alessandra pressed the metal steel to his neck. "How about we start the party by killing the main character off? Oh, and before we start, I have a little gift for you," she said, and the door opened. Sara, a lady Liam had talked to me about, walked in with Slasher's head. The kids puked, feeling disgusted. "See, I did you guys a favor and got him out of the way," she bragged before Sara placed the head in front of me.

“You still haven’t told me what’s so special about this one.” Sloane leaned forward, his expression grim. “Two things, so far. First, after DeMar’s throat was cut, the killer held her upside down to drain her blood. The arriving officers said they’d never seen so much blood. Second, the killing was almost a carbon copy of a recent episode of a TV show. I don’t suppose you watch Vice Squad?” “You suppose right. What was copied?” Sloane ticked the similarities off on his fingers. “Blond victim, throat slashed, blood drained, body left naked in a supermarket parking lot, a matchbook from the bar where she was snatched dropped nearby.”

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE🎀 Panic instantly ripped through the library. The quiet readers who had been scattered among the tables began to scramble in terror, their hushed whispers turning into desperate cries as the thieves took over. To assert their dominance, the men began violently flipping the heavy wooden tables upside down. They tore priceless, ancient books straight from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and carelessly stepping on them with their muddy boots. Zayla’s eyes widened in absolute shock at the wanton destruction. She quickly whipped her head to look at Asher, expecting a sudden outburst, but he didn't have a single reaction. He stood there like a statue o

A hoarse voice hissed behind me, "Give me the car keys!" I froze. In the rear-view mirror, I saw a short man in a black mask gripping a knife. His eyes flicked wildly. "Now!" He shoved me, the blade tearing through my jacket. I staggered ahead but held the car door. My knees were throbbing again. Voices echoed faintly—security guards were approaching. Panic seized the robber. He shoved me into the passenger seat, jumped behind the wheel, and slammed the accelerator. "Stay still!" he barked, knife still pointed at me.

“Romantic, aren’t you? Too bad Daisy’s already marked by me. She never looked at you, Andrew. Never will. So go back to Elinor. She’s all you’ve got left. You killed her father— when that old man rises as a ghost-wolf to take revenge, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Clang！ The sound of silver slamming into stone shattered the air. Sparks flew as Andrew’s blade struck the pillar behind Ryan. I didn’t wait to hear more. I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar.

I’d always loved him. “You should feel her squirming under me, Gio. She’s soft. I can see why…” The fingers of my free hand touched something cold. A metal fork. I would have preferred a knife, but I would work with what I had to hand. Closing my hand around it, I let out an ear-piercing scream. Swinging my whole body, I sank the prongs of the silver fork into his eye. There was no pop as his eyeball exploded or maybe there was, but if so it was drowned out by the sound of his roaring.