Slasher Books Novels & Stories

I teased tickling, making her laugh so hard. "Maybe I do, I've read all of your books," she said proudly, "I think I know you pretty well," I stopped for a second thinking about the possibility. Does she? "Tell me?" "Erm... that you're a psychopath, who likes to kill people in your book. Though maybe you're a sociopath, just because you have a temper issue," she turned to face me. "Nope, definitely a psychopath, just like my brothers." "And why are your brothers psychopaths?"

It’s a small start, but it’s a start. For research, we spend a Saturday night—a Saturday night that Bethany is not spending with Tim ‘the Soccer Coach’ Collins—watching Zombie’s movies. A little too close to torture porn, for my tastes, but Bethany seems to be eating it up like the orphan Oliver at an all you can eat buffet. I’ve always preferred the classic slasher films; Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween. Cut a guy’s head off with a machete. Drive a pitchfork through a couple in the midst of coital throes. Hack someone to pieces with a chainsaw. All that, I’m good with. Spend two hours torturing someone until they die? Not so much.

"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

The first bloodsucker went down easy enough with a quick blast from Jo’s Glock, which gave her hope that these were old school Vampires, the kind that died quickly with a bullet or two, not the reengineered kind that had showed up a few days after the Revealing, and certainly not the pesky Souled kind that they’d discovered the year before Jo was born. No, with any luck, all of these dirt bags would turn out to be good ol’ fashioned bloodsuckers and fall down dead like good boys and girls with a blast of her weapon. She’d find out quickly enough.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

she whispers, gritting her teeth at me. "Take the damn book first. You can never reach it even if you jump with all your strength" She murmurs, gazing at me and taking the book and I bring her down. "What's this about?" I ask, leaning against the shelf and staring at her when she opens the book, putting her nose into it. "Serial killing," she groans as I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "I see. You aren't picking your favourite one. Romance" "It sucks," she scoffs.

Undead And Unwed BY MARYJANICE DAVIDSON The first of a long series of books with "undead" in the title — Undead and Unemployed, Undead and Unpopular are others. Frothy, light, too much fashion. I didn't want to go further after the first one. 41-50. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter BY LAURELL K. HAMILTON

"We won't—" "How can you promise that? Every supernatural I've met swears they're peaceful. But I've also seen supernatural violence up close. I've seen what happens when a werewolf loses control, when a vampire goes feral, when a witch gets angry." She drains her glass. "Humans need insurance policies." "Insurance policies that kill children? Does that target the young specifically to prevent future generations?" Connor's voice rises. "That's not defense, Sarah. That's extermination." "It's survival."

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley