Slasher Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't te Before I could read further to find out what it was, a sound cut through the silence. It was just a soft creak, but my instincts screamed a warning. By the time I would put down the book, it was already too late. The moment I turned, a figure lunged from the shadows. I barely had time to react before a knife slashed through the air, aiming straight for my throat. I threw myself backward as the blade grazed my skin and caused a sharp pain to bloom along my collarbone. I hit the ground hard and the journal slipped from my hands as my attacker moved fast, too fast for me to react.

I muttered, but it came out warmer than I meant. By nightfall, the city had sunk back into its real skin—neon bruises, the stench of wet trash, the throb of a thousand heartbeats. I fed the safe way: bagged units lifted from a distracted hospital guard. Blood that tasted like regret and rubber tubing. It kept the hunger dulled, but never satisfied.Sometimes I’d walk past bars where laughter rolled out like heat. Men and women leaned over tables, their throats bared in trust, their pulses glowing beneath thin skin. Hunger hit sharp on nights like that. Travis would whisper, “Old you would’ve drained them all,” and I’d hate him for being right.The notebook weighed heavier each day. I filled it

I explained while washing down my food with the white wine. "Wow, is it the chef who kills his victims in his Michelin star kitchen?" "You know that book?" There was a fraction of a second where she looked flustered but I just thought it was the seasoning when she replied smoothly to my question showing off her beautiful smile. "Yeah, snippets of it, I like the cover, maybe I should buy your book after all." She teases and hides her smile behind the glass while drinking her wine. "Only if you want, but I can give you my copy if you want?"

Maybe if there is a second-hand book on sale, there might be hope but I don't have time to visit those shops as well. I took the book and I laid down on a sofabed and I laid down there. The window is open and I can see the moon shining brightly and the stars. I opened the book and I started to get swallowed by the story. I am too drawn to the story and not noticing my surroundings. I am very swept with the Character of Elena Devereux who is a very cool female protagonist who is a slayer of rogue vampires and a top-rank guild hunter.

I ran at him and at the last second slid through his legs, slashing him behind the knees. He dropped to the ground, and I reached around and slit his throat. I never thought I would be able to kill anyone, but something in me snapped when they attacked the people that are now my family. I looked around and Elodie was fighting like a beautiful white tiger, slashing and biting anything that got close to her. I looked around for Rainn but couldn't see him. I saw three demons heading for Calliope, who was distracted looking for Ezra, and I ran as fast as I could to intercept them. I slashed and stabbed with everything that I had and by now I was covered in blood. Calliope thanked me and we went

No answer. The room heated. The brunet extended his hand toward the cigar cabinet, only to grab a cleaver, its blade rectangle, broad and sharp. Before I could process anything, he slashed the blade over Uncle’s arm. Val jerked behind me, her hold on my shoulders tightening. Uncle’s shriek was louder than before, a whimpering sound that made my tears drip down my cheeks. “Better yet,” the brunet said, sniggering. “I’ll chop both your hands and display them outside, for people to see and learn what we do to child-fuckers.”

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

Skyla gasps, clutching her throat as she stares at the dagger and whispers, “I have seen that before.” I frown, looking at her, and ask, “Where?” A sly smile crosses her face as she stands and walks over to one of the bookshelves; her hand rests on an old leather-bound book; she takes it off the shelf and brings it over to me. When she sits back down, she murmurs, “In this book.” Lilly enters the library, saying, “You wanted to see me, Lisha?” I nod and look over my shoulder at her,

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

A chapter might come tomorrow, please wait for it. Oh and, my new book SLAYER OF THE DEMON RACE is yet to be out and once it is out, I would advise that you check it out. It's an interesting book.