Slasher Novels & Stories

Kill. I stalk over to the bed, the floorboards creakin' beneath my feet, but he doesn’t stir. I lean over him, my lips pullin' into a grin that feels too wide, too sharp. My mind buzzin', my body twitchin' with anticipation. I drag the blade across his throat in one swift motion, feelin' the warmth of his blood on my hands as it spills out. He gurgles, eyes wide with shock, but I’m already movin' on.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Bloodshed. ***

It sliced through like a hot knife in melted butter. “You damn werewolves!” The man shrieked, half laughing when he saw the damage inflicted on his right leg. “I will kill you.” The man promised, before proceeding to leap for his ax which had slipped from his grasp when Toga’s husband had taken his pound of flesh. Again, the man was too slow. As he reached for his ax, Toga’s katana swiped at the fellow’s neck, cleaving it off perfectly. Blood spilled from the man’s stump before he finally collapsed on the earth, his hand resting perfectly on his ax.

“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.”

He ordered. Sliver was a deadly weapon for a werewolf, it not only weaken or drain a werewolves energy, it also killed instantly, Skylar tears flowed down her cheeks as she wondered why her sister would cut herself with sliver...unless, she wanted to kill herself. XxxxX Skylar and her family, with a few pack members gathered in the living room, waiting patiently with their hands to their chin, feet tapping the floor trying to ease the uneasiness while heart beats pound faster as they all waited for the doctor to work out from Olivia's room.

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

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.

he says dramatically handing over the sharp blade to me. Wow! it's beautiful and the words slayer are encrypted on its handle. The blade is made of pure gold and the thing is damn sharp. No one will survive her deadly cruel strike. "The blade belonged to my father back in the day" grandpa starts his narration. " He was the most ruthless don ever known and people called him 'The slayer' because all his victims were ended by that blade" he gestures to the blade in my hands and I look at it admirably.

But before the Thunder Dominion warrior could even breathe— Slash! A black blade sliced across his throat from behind. His eyes widened in disbelief as blood slowly trickled down his neck. He staggered forward weakly before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Dead. The crowd turned silent again. Fear slowly crept into many people’s hearts. Especially the younger werewolves watching. The Blood Shadow warriors were far more terrifying than rumors described. From where I sat, I unconsciously turned toward Alpha Kingsley again. His face remained expressionless. Cold.