Slasher Books Novels & Stories

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

This was planned. Coordinated. Precise. Three from the front. Two circling wide. One waiting. Watching. Smart. I smiled. “Good.” I lunged forward, meeting the first wave head-on. Claws tore into flesh. Teeth clashed. The forest exploded into movement. One wolf leapt for my throat. I shifted mid-motion, my body twisting violently as bone cracked and reshaped— Human. My hand caught its jaw mid-air. I drove a blade straight through its skull.

Film coated my mouth and bile rose in my throat at the thought of my brother turning out to be as cold as my father… “Aurora, what are you doing out here?” I glanced up suddenly torn from my bitter thoughts, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing my best friend Cami headed in my direction. “It’s too hot to be out here when I look this good.” I chuckled, taking in her appearance, her hair was so blonde it was almost a blinding white- but her skin was a golden bronze. She was tall and muscular just adding to her already striking appearance. “Just taking in the scenery since in a few hours my entire life will change.” I fiddled with the hem on my plain white t-shirt. Tonight at midnight, I would

Slasher began as she unclipped several sheets of paper “come and grab your targets.” Slasher proceeded to pass several sheets of paper to Dax, Fox, Cosmo, and Scorpio, who flicked through them with mixed emotions. "Aren't you afraid someone might overhear us?" Cosmo almost whispered, as he glanced around nervously, but Slasher snorted.

Last two nights, I didn't get much sleep hence the reason why my eyes were red rimmed and itchy. Covering my nose I lifted up the fourteenth book of the morning and started to read its contents. Most of the books here were so old, layers and layers of thick dust were coating them. Skimming my eyes through the pages of the book along with my index finger, I looked for anything I could've found about the Elf Kingdom.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

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.

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

I'm living normal. I take a closer look at the things in my room. My bookshelf is filled with volumes of Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, several books on the human anatomy and a couple of murder mystery novels. A collection of true crime documentaries, CSI box collections and my prize Halloween dvds. On my walls in between my posters of Mike Meyers and Freddie Kruger, much to my mother's distaste, are various katanas which I've collected over the years. "Yeah. Very normal, Skylar." I say out loud, rolling my eyes.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi