Slasher Fiction Novels & Stories

Sniffing her way around she followed the sound, her paws thumping loudly on the ground first, but slowed down in fright of scaring her prey away. Right when we thought about heading in the other direction, something sharp sliced through the flesh on my ribs and my wolf landed on the ground with a thud, yelping in pain. Hot pain seared from my side to my chest and a howl escaped my mouth. Footsteps approached me and I slowly blinked open my eyes and saw two figures coming towards me.

“You still haven’t told me what’s so special about this one.” Sloane leaned forward, his expression grim. “Two things, so far. First, after DeMar’s throat was cut, the killer held her upside down to drain her blood. The arriving officers said they’d never seen so much blood. Second, the killing was almost a carbon copy of a recent episode of a TV show. I don’t suppose you watch Vice Squad?” “You suppose right. What was copied?” Sloane ticked the similarities off on his fingers. “Blond victim, throat slashed, blood drained, body left naked in a supermarket parking lot, a matchbook from the bar where she was snatched dropped nearby.”

“Sheriff.” Harry’s lips move, and I have to focus. Not the time to think about what else those lips can do. Shit. I made the rules: ‘No relationship between colleagues.’Yet I fucked this smart English boy last night. Harry sidles closer. “Multiple homicide. The victims were stabbed by one of the attendants.” He squats beside the corpses. “The first six kills were formulaic. The members. Same depth, same spot—wound to the heart. It was rough and swift, and that can only be anger.”

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Multiple ammo came out with one shot banging through trees and leaves like walls, streams of endless bullets brightened the area and loud roars could be heard as they screamed in pain and distress. SLASH! He weaved as he felt a disturbed in the wind behind, he swirled into the air performing a swift backflip and landed behind the intruder. His head dropped, his goggle flashing to the darkness might. The Vampire turned at him, his nails extremely long and sharp. He dashed forward and slashed downward but Rapidfire bounced into the air acrobatically landing as stealth as a ghost on his feet, then launched forward like an arrow. He jerked an uppercut at his torso which send the latter sliding b

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

"Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?" As soon as I finished speaking, the ropes binding my hands were cut by a small hidden knife. I kicked Camden hard, aiming for his weak spot and sending the knife flying. At the same moment, the warehouse doors burst open. Don lunged at me with a knife, but a police officer shot him in the hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed.

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.

Gunfire erupts immediately, bullets tearing through the night. Sera and Dante burst through the back window. Sera's rust-colored wolf hits the ground first, immediately attacking the nearest hunter—her jaws close on his arm, making him drop his weapon. Dante's alpha wolf is right behind her, massive and deadly. He takes down two hunters before they can react, his supernatural speed overwhelming their human reflexes. But there are too many. For every hunter they take down, two more appear. Silver bullets whiz past Sera's head. One catches her shoulder, burning like fire. She yelps but keeps fighting.

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