Slasher Novelas e Histórias

"I came here prepared. I already gave her an hint that I might be leaving her soon . I already said goodbye to my friends, so it's fine, and... Slash!! Slash! Slash!! He didn't let her finish. He slashed and gored her to death. It was the sound of a sword-- The sword that hadn't been anywhere there, some seconds ago. I looked closely and realized it was no sword-- it was his claws and teeth. Blood flowed on the desk, floor and splashed onto his face. He gored her three times. He did it so easily that I wondered how many people he had killed in the past. Everywhere was bloody. There in the corner they both had had sex barely five minutes ago, he dug a hole, put her body in the sack and dumped

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

Slender muttered silently as he touched the small bleeding wound that had been opened up on his neck, just next to his jugular. That small scar that was already healing was a reminder that if he had been a step slower, he would have lost his life. It was funny that an Undead, a creature that had faced death already, was worried about his jugular being cut; yet that was indeed the case. Even if he had died before, a clean cut to his jugular would lead to dizziness. Dizziness, not death. Undeads would not die from a severed jugular. The issue was what came after. With an assassin of such great skill, was there anyway that he would miss such an opening? A dizzy Slender will be easy pickings for

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

he groans before snapping his fingers and we were back in Mika's house "Hehe," I grin before walking out of the bathroom with Death following and then stepping into Mika's room. I put my hands on Death's chest trying to push him out, but he smirked down at me standing up without even faltering a little. Before I was able to say anything, Death and I both ducked as a knife went flying over us. "Mika!" I shout turning around to her quickly, hoping that there are no more weapons in her assault. "Oh, I'm sorry," She says smacking my hand before knocking our fists, "Who's this?" She asks before looking at his face and jumping back

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.

His voice had a strange urgency now. Chevonne shifted, eyeing him closely before continuing. “Next on the list is the vice president, Joseph. He’s in the red margin, too—a slasher. He can generate deadly slashes just by swinging his hands. His thought diameter is small, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous. Some thinkers say the best way to stop a slasher is to cut off their arms, but in our case—” “We can’t do that,” I finished for her. Josh nodded stiffly. His breathing quickened, and sweat beaded along his temple.

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

she asked, and he nodded. “Now that damn dog is trying to take her away from me, but I will kill him before he even gets a chance.” He was not joking, and Tia knew it. Kieran is a strong and powerful vampire with many abilities. He never jokes about killing and all those who know him know that when he says something he means it. right then before Tia could say something else Shannon and Austin came in from the balcony where Kieran’s eyes have been fixed. They were holding hands and that seemed to fuel Kieran’s anger as he commanded the shadows. Soon Austin was enveloped by them, he could not breathe. Shannon saw this and looked at the source.