Slasher Book Novels & Stories

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

“How silly of you to have come back.” Before I could respond, a new scene unfolded—warriors appeared, stepping out from the shadows of the wolves. They moved with cold precision, guns in their hands, their faces hard and unyielding. The timing was precise, chillingly so. Just as my mates and our warriors began to shift, the enemy warriors raised their guns, aiming with deadly intent. The shots rang out, merciless and deafening, bullets tearing through flesh, the sound of life slipping away filling the air as our people fell. The ground was littered with the fallen, lives snuffed out in an instant. Panic gripped my heart as I witnessed the devastation.

A trail of blood and glass shards confirmed her perceptions. She walked slowly towards the bookshelf, mentally preparing herself for the task coming her way. A man who looked to be in his mid-twenties lay on the ground, his head propped against the bookshelf. He was shirtless so Lisa could clearly see the deep vertical slashes that ran from his throat to his abdomen. An ornate hilted dagger protruded from his chest, the blade sunk so deep that it had to be piercing his heart. Blood flowed freely from his wounds and welled up into a pool around him around, some of it soaking into the grey sweatpants he wore.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

And it did work. “Oh, you’re amazing.” The skinny man laid down after releasing his desire, happily pleased by her submission to him, not noticing the danger was approaching. Taking this opportunity, Emma got his dagger, resolutely plunged into his neck. SLASH The fountain of blood splashed all over her body, and the skinny man under her still tried to stop the bleeding with his twitching hands, but finally died in despair. Looking at his hideous face with bulging eyes, Emma immediately realized that she had just murdered a man, a man who just raped her.

"Aiden, do you think a woman you rejected still has the right to wear your mark?" Aiden looked at the tattoo on my arm, a flicker of pain in his eyes. But he still nodded. "I understand." I picked up Elder Marcus's silver letter opener from the table. "Elena, don't," Marcus tried to stop me. "It's okay," I smiled at him. "It's just a tattoo." I raised the blade. Without hesitation, I carved it into my own skin. Right over the tattoo. Silver is a werewolf's bane. The moment it touched my skin, searing pain shot through me, a burning agony.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo