Slasher Book Novels & Stories

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

"I came here prepared. I already gave her an hint that I might be leaving her soon . I already said goodbye to my friends, so it's fine, and... Slash!! Slash! Slash!! He didn't let her finish. He slashed and gored her to death. It was the sound of a sword-- The sword that hadn't been anywhere there, some seconds ago. I looked closely and realized it was no sword-- it was his claws and teeth. Blood flowed on the desk, floor and splashed onto his face. He gored her three times. He did it so easily that I wondered how many people he had killed in the past. Everywhere was bloody. There in the corner they both had had sex barely five minutes ago, he dug a hole, put her body in the sack and dumped

Shylah spared the gruesome scene only a glance before she spun on her heel and dashed back the way she had come. Reaching the car, she noticed the man with the hawkish nose staggering back from Lukas' relentless assault, his retreat marked by deep imprints in the solid ground. Shylah did not hesitate. She lunged forward, her knife weaving a deadly dance that whistled through the air. "Uh-oh," the hooked-nose man, already nicked by Lukas, felt a chill as his pupils constricted. He gasped and dodged, but he was not quick enough. His body was slashed open, blood jetting out in streams.

Its sudden appearance caused a ripple of panic, and many tried to make themselves as small as possible, hoping to avoid its wrath. Without warning, Annihilator lunged at a young boy. The boy didn't even have time to scream before his head was ripped from his body. Blood sprayed across the room, and the wolf drank deeply, savoring its kill. The sight was too much for some of the slaves, who fainted at the gruesome spectacle. The cloud-covered moon and the onset of heavy rain added to the macabre scene.

Suddenly an idea clicked. I looked inside myself and found Blaze nodding too. Well he can read my mind. So no wonder he knew what I wanted to do. I looked around. Basically it’s a bit of a deserted area. Usually no maids are allowed here if me or Callum are here. So I stripped behind a tree and shifted. Blaze wanted to howl in happiness. He was getting naughty. And I was laughing thinking about Callum 's possible reaction. Taking slow and steady steps Blaze trotted to where Callum was laying. He gently pushed the book out of his face with his paw. Callum stirred for a while but he was in deep sleep.

Jacob moved the knife and placed it down on the space between my thumb and index finger while I shivered. "Here it begins." He warned and began to move the knife from space to space in between my fingers, while I tried to scream. The knife was not touching my fingers yet as Jacob was carefully placing it in between the spaces but soon after, he turned his face away and began to smoke while I squirmed more. Jacob paced up, moving the knife from space to space in between my fingers and suddenly, the sharp pointed end of the knife cut through the skin on the side of my finger, making me scream in pain under Enzo's hand. I squirmed on my chair, suffering from the immense pain he was inflicting u

“The DNA, if the lab can make it work. A generic el cheapo sheer shower curtain with no other fingerprints than yours and Ashley Price’s. Shoe-print casts, size twelve, men’s. Pattern not in the shoe-print database. But we have a fair idea of the shovel used to dig the grave; standard-issue army-entrenching tool, triangle tip, one side serrated.” His lips narrowed for a second. “The kicker is, I was sitting just up the road, handing out a speeding ticket. I saw Ashley Price drive by.” “Who else?” “The snowplow for one. And the mailman. Old Arnie Martin drove by too.

I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their heart. Just as I watched the warriors continue to hurt and kill themselves, I spotted her. She was a white wolf, her fur was stained with blood, her muzzle including. I watched as she leaped towards the burning bushes and for the first time in a while, I was drawn to this particular wolf. I heard her wailing; It was like I could feel the pain that oozed out of her opened flesh. Almost. I cared. What would a lady be doing at this place?

“Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.” "Like I would be with vermin like you," I hissed, crouching low to the ground, getting ready to attack. I pulled my Sais from my thigh holsters. My blades sharpened to perfection, having been used to kill hundreds of vampires in my five hundred years with the order, were thirsty for another kill. “Those pointy things won’t stop me.” He laughed as he lunged for me, I pivoted and dodged his attack, slicing his arm. “Would you stop and just talk to me?” he asked, annoyed as his wounds quickly healed.