Slasher Fiction Novels & Stories

Shailyn pushed the dagger deeper, breathing hard and fast on top of him, her white hair scattering everywhere on her face, the pitchiness in her eyes vanishing but was replaced with a darker orange while her hair remained the same. "You killed my mate!" She heaved out the spear from his chest but did not allow him to react or speak as she buried it back into him. Skylar didn't care as blood slashed on her face as she continued to stab him, digging the spear when it landed on his skin, and by the time she was satisfied, Rhamione's body could barely be recognized and she was soaked in blood, his and her blood. The fairy lifted her head to the sky and gave off the loudest scream her throat coul

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

She opened the door slowly and I was thankful that her sister’s blood didn’t drip all the way to the front door. As she came in, she had absolutely no idea of what had taken place, or that I was still inside. This whole time, I was hiding behind the door and she was focusing her attention on the washing basket and her phone. With all the little bit of strength I had, I put her down with the back of the gun right at the back of her head. She fell on her face, with her back towards me and she was motionless. I quickly locked the door and dragged her unconscious body to the bathroom. She wasn’t bleeding or anything like that, it was much easier because her body couldn’t leave a trail of blood a

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

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.

“He vas in a triangle. Yah? A love triangle. Two men, one voman. All on the same S.H.A.D.E. squad. Very foolish. Very human. “I vas not there on that mission, but I read the reports. Ve had tracked a cryptid in the Rockies. High-altitude forest. Thin air. Limited visibility. And trees. So many trees. Ve called it the Slitherer. “I do not know vot it really is. Perhaps even the Dirt doesn’t know. It is not from your internet cryptid databases, oh no. This is something older. Maybe even the Dirt made it. But it looks like... something you might know. You have heard of the Rake?” “Yeah,” Rachelle said. “Pale humanoid creature. Long limbs. Dead eyes. Crawls like a nightmare.” Dr. Schnell nodded.

Whoosh a figure speeds past them as the goons opened fire in that direction but slash another goon dropped dead with his neck slashed open by a dagger but the killer seems relentless on killing each and every one of them including muscle man himself. The unknown speeds past them again this time the woods filled with cry of the third goon as the area became silent again, during this period the whole atmosphere was totally covered with pitch dark darkness making the unknown blend in.The fear of the unknown made the goon turn back in terror as they headed to their vehicle but unfortunately all tyres had been slashed open rendering the car useless at the moment.

TASHA He slapped me across the face so hard that my ears rang. "You'll pay for this," he hissed. "I swear to God, I'll kill you for hurting her." I touched my burning cheek, shocked. "Kirk... she's faking-" "Shut up! Guards, seize her!" I'd slapped her because she'd made fun of my miscarriage, but she fell to the ground like I had knocked her unconscious. She screamed and cried and rolled around like she was dying.

She only uses it to get her way. As Jennifer was sitting at the table having dinner with Paul, she dropped the knife and it cut her leg. Blood started dripping now from her leg onto the shoe she was wearing. As she looked down at the shoe, it was ruby red with blood. She remembered the painting of the young maiden with the flowing red dress and the ruby shoes. She was certain that Lillie had put a spell on her to kill her and this was only the beginning. She was now determined to find someone that could reverse the spell.

"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