Slasher Novelas e Histórias

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

I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do. I stab my father over and over again, pouring all the anger, the betrayal, the hurt, into each strike. I see his face, the shock, the realization, but it doesn’t matter. It’s too late for him. Too late for all of us. When he falls, lifeless, to the ground, I turn to Bahar. She’s next. She deserves it. She’s the one who did this. She’s the one who took everything from me. I see her lying there, twisted and broken, and in my mind, I see her death, too. I see her suffering, her twisted smile fading as I end her life, one strike at a time.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

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

The rest were falling victim to the slime one by one, and all with rather hideous results. Sia tried to dodge another attack, but the seven inch heels which she had obviously bought under Type influence slid through some of the residue slime causing him to land heavily on his butt right in middle of puddle of slime. “I just wanted some sushi,” he whined. Ray neatly blust through one of the slime men's. “How about some slug sashimi?” he called out. Sia face took on an unflattering shade of green.

Keri asked. " Right above you! ” A mysterious voice said. When we looked up, we saw a short haired muscler, tan woman wearing a skin tight purple body suit with silver highlights around it looking down at us . " who the hell are you ?” Adrian asked while lifting her fist. " You can call me Slaughterhouse!” She said. The strange hybrid by the name of slaughterhouse was floating above us with intimidating glare on us. I don’t know what it was about her I could sense that she was not like any other hybrid we have faced.

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.”

She doesn't blame them for that but this could get them killed with their pack mates. The creatures lunge at her, and she leaps into the air, turning in mid-air, and slashes their spinal cord with a single blow of her sharp dagger. As she jumped and ran through them, they fell limp one by one to the cold ground. She slashed the creatures one by one until her path was clear, at which point she rushed to Malcolm, tilting her head. Malcolm cast a glance to her right, and she followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as she noticed five creatures circling Aiden's beast, all ready to attack him at the same time. Malcolm smirked devilishly at her, and her eyes hardened. As the creatures circled him like

The Reaper hissed angrily. Then Rena suddenly appeared and run towards the wall and kicked it, sending herself flying towards the Reaper. Rena back flipped in mid air and slashed the dagger into the Reaper's head and landed on the ground like a feather. The monster cried and it vanished into shadows and back to the abyss. She killed it. With a breath, Rena stood up and smiled at Serra. "Killing Reapers would be my new hobby now" Rena said, panting. Then they both laughed.