Slasher Fiction Novels & Stories

Silas’s POV The rain over Queens was heavy, black, and smelled like burning rubber. I didn't use a gun. A gun is too clean. It leaves too much distance between the hunter and the prey. When someone takes what belongs to the Schmidt family—when someone puts their filthy hands on my little princess—I want to feel their bones break. I want to feel the exact moment the light leaves their eyes. They call me the Butcher of Berlin. It’s a title I earned in the underground meat-packing districts of Germany, clearing out entire syndicates with nothing but a rusted cleaver and an iron will. New York thought they had seen monsters before we arrived. They had no fucking idea.

They were lambs. And I? I’ve never stopped being a butcher. Felix signaled the position. Scales and I took point. The first man never even saw the knife. The second begged. A mistake. We slit his throat wide enough to let his scream drown in his own blood. By the time the seventh went down, three of them tried to run. We didn’t stop them. We tracked them. We used the bullets last. Their corpses, full of panic, would be found by Antonioni’s retrieval teams. Let them see what fear looks like, what it smells like, and let them carry it home like a virus.

Now two wolves were attacking him while Swift was trying to free himself from the paws, teeth and their hanging dicks. They were trying to rape him. And that... He wouldn’t let them. He was squirming under them but they were more powerful than him.. They were trying everything to take him down. And it was scaring the shit out of Swift. He didn’t care about the teeth sinking into his skin, drawing blood or their claws drawing patrons on his white fur that had turned red.. Until one frustrated Wolf slapped him pinning hard on the floor he was about to mount him when the cave was filled with Sun pack.

Jacob moved the knife and placed it down on the space between my thumb and index finger while I shivered. "Here it begins." He warned and began to move the knife from space to space in between my fingers, while I tried to scream. The knife was not touching my fingers yet as Jacob was carefully placing it in between the spaces but soon after, he turned his face away and began to smoke while I squirmed more. Jacob paced up, moving the knife from space to space in between my fingers and suddenly, the sharp pointed end of the knife cut through the skin on the side of my finger, making me scream in pain under Enzo's hand. I squirmed on my chair, suffering from the immense pain he was inflicting u

With the speed and accuracy of a bullet, she sliced through the air, taking on the Vampire closest to her first with plans to move right down the line. Her boot landed firmly on the Vampire’s hand where he held the weapon, firing at her friends at an angle such that he didn’t realize she’d come flying at him from his left. His weapon sprayed bullets up into the air as he lost his grip. She kicked him in the stomach, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and ran her blade through his neck, leaving him spraying ash as she moved to the next Vampire. This one also didn’t realize she was there as she moved like lightning, jabbing the knife blade into his throat while she drove her elbow into his s

I could not die here. With a desperate shove, I knocked her ankle sideways and forced myself upright, swaying so badly the world tilted. My entire body felt half-broken, but Sharmon looked exhilarated. Her hood had fallen, exposing a face twisted with delight. Then she drew a knife. Moonlight flashed across the blade. I stumbled backward. “What kind of monster are you?” She laughed, high and unstable. “Monster? No. Monsters kill because they need food. I kill because I need satisfaction.”

I promised her that I will always keep her safe. When I was 10, Fabiano and I would go to shooting ranges to practice. He always made sure that no one in the building knew about my training. I studied hard in school and I learned every language I could possibly learn. Marina and I would stay late at night to practice speaking in different languages. We prepared ourselves for the worst. I was 14 when Salvatore became a Made Man. His training paid off and he was soon known for his outstanding skills when using a knife. People commonly refer to him as “The Slasher”. Shitty name, I know. He killed his first man by slitting his throat. I pretended to feel sick but deep inside, I liked it. Marina

“Nah, not for me. I don’t think clean sends the message. Nobody is terrified by a man who strangled another man or slipped poison in his drink. But they are definitely terrified by a man who dismembers his victims with a blunt chainsaw.” I swallowed thickly and reached for my glass. The wine didn’t help either. “What do you think, Six?” Francesco asked suddenly. “I mean, we have the Terror of Sicily in our midst, and he hasn’t contributed. What kill style do you prefer?” The men cheered in excitement. I set the glass down before my hand could shake. I didn’t need to look up to feel his eyes on me. There was a small silence, and then he spoke. “Yeah, clean kills are efficient if you’re trying

“ A psycho killer is on the loose! I heard that many shifters have been disappearing in the middle of the night only to be found at odd places like the outskirts of the town and some were even hung outside their Territory on the streets light!” ————————————-

She managed to jump over it and again she grabbed its shoulders before Vladimir sliced it and let Ashlyn kick its spinal from the back just to cut the fallen wolf rogue in half. “What the…” Alpha Jace only managed to react when he witness how the two of them kills without remorse or mercy. But they did not care as they just went on with their kill. Ashlyn used her claws to inflict pain before she either smashed them to the ground or to their or she will just tear them apart. It was causing a lot of blood around the area. As for Vladimir, he was doing his usual killing by slicing them and taking the vital organs out of his prey’s body. He mostly ripped their hearts out. And whenever Ashlyn an