Slasher Novels & Stories

I collapse to my knees, gripping my head. Visions explode behind my eyelids. A cliff. A lone figure standing at its edge. Hair flying in the wind. A familiar silhouette. No… My heart stops as I see her face. Her grey eyes. Her soft smile. Her lips part. “Goodbye, Zander.” Then, the knife in her hands rises. No… No… A scream tears from my throat as she plunges it toward her heart. “Noooooooo, Butterflyyyyyyyyy!!!”

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

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Over recent times, five different slitters' bodies have been brought here, these creatures aren't beneficial to vampires at all in any way but still, finding out what's bringing them down and killing them is needed. Slitters are more explained as soldiers of the dark witches, slitters can take the form of humans, or they could take the disguise of a human, the only way they could be differentiated from a normal human when they are disguised is the star cut which appears on the right side of their neck when they take a human disguise. They usually disguise themselves as humans when they are in a crowd, the real form of these creatures is creepy, they appear to be the ugliest of creations when

He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony. The disturbing sight was satisfying for Silvia as she watched the whole ordeal. Not even blinking once. Hunter wasn't satisfied though. He turned Armando around and slashed his torso. The cut wasn't too deep to kill him but enough to cause him pain as he wheezed. Blood and saliva dripped from his lips. "You won't be needing this," Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbel

One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others. Slash! Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

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

Hayley's gaze shifted to the locker. Slash! She drew the blade from her back and hurled it straight at the cabinet. At the same instant the blade flew, the locker door was shoved open from the inside. A zombie covered head to toe in blood lunged out. It looked like it had clawed itself apart. Bloody scratch marks ran from its head down its body as it threw its gore-slick mouth wide and charged. Shing! Hayley's blade landed perfectly inside its open mouth. The poor thing didn't even finish its first attack before it was done.

We could hear a chorus of sounds that made my ears curl and my stomach knot and when we heard a desperate scream become immediately cut off, we rushed in, guns leveled as we aimed at any male we could see. I could see a large table with our main target on top of it; his naked body in a compromised position with a female under him convulsing as I silver dagger stuck out of her heart. I saw Jason Frost shift in an instant and charge the fucker, his wolf catapulting off the head of a standing male target and scalping the bastard as his claws dug in before he leapt. In a sailing motion that seemed captured by time, his mouth opened as his teeth gleamed in the low light as they wrapped around the

“They must be nice. She isn’t crying.” “Not like that nasty one who hit her.” I narrow my eyes and look at Tessa. “Camila hit you?” Her eyes go wide and she cups her cheek as if remembering the sting. “We’ll deal with that later,” I say, stepping away from Tessa and addressing the forest. “My name is Reagan Holstin. Do you know who I am?” I hear gasps. “Did she say Holstin?” “Like the Guardians.” “Oh this pack is in for it.”