Slasher Novelas e Histórias

She is a predator on the prowl, stalking her unsuspecting prey with a merciless resolve. With precision and cunning, Sasha's minions infiltrate the lives of Zelda's unsuspecting family members, weaving a web of deceit and manipulation. They gather the necessary information, meticulously tracking the movements of their targets, ensuring that their demise will be swift and unyielding. As the appointed hour draws near, Sasha relishes in the palpable tension that fills the air. She savors the anticipation of her victory, knowing that soon Zelda's loved ones will meet their gruesome fate. The thought of their despair fuels her insatiable hunger for vengeance, driving her forward with a relentless

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

As it passes by me, I strike, the blade slicing through its fur and drawing blood. The creature howls in pain, its form flickering as it stumbles back. I don’t give it a chance to recover. I move in swiftly, the blade flashing in the dim light as I strike again, this time aiming for its heart. The shapeshifter lets out a final, guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, its body shifting back into its original form—a twisted, unrecognisable mass.

He was a fifty two years old plump man who was transferred from Chicago four months ago. “Good morning everyone.” “Good morning sir.” They chorused. He took a seat and cleared his throat before speaking up. “The reason for this meeting is to create a new task force. There was a shooting early this morning which resulted in the death of two people .” He paused, then reached for the remote in front of him. He pointed it to the projector, and the dead screen on the wall came to life, which displayed the face of a young man African American. “This was Shina Johnson, also known as Lil M. He’s a known affiliate to the Blood gang. .”

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

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

Standing up on her feet, her tongue still sticking out of her mouth and she produced a hissing sound. Vlora whispered to her brother, "What is that thing?" "So...Maddox Dasher is your enemy, too?" her French accent was making her interrupt with the hissing. "Yes. And we want to finish him. Tyga told us that you have him trapped. Is there any way we can help you?" Vlora asked politely. "And how is he your enemy?" she hissed. "He killed our mother years ago..." "And you are? The wolves..." "Yes, we have a small pack in the forest of Las Vegas. We never crossed our way...but Maddox Dasher killed our mother wolf mercilessly. And now we want revenge."

Suddenly she stopped spinning the small knife and held it firmly with her right hand while slowly touching the edge of it with the index finger of her left hand. “You know Jackson, maybe the edge of this knife is not sharp enough to actually kill you with one stab, and I might have to stab you approximately 10 times. So, I’ll give you a choice; either you find a way to kill yourself before I kill you with this orrrrr” Riana stopped and a creepy evil smile appeared on her face like one of those evil villains on anime. And only that smile was enough to make Jackson realize what she was after, his most treasured possession.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit. "Skyler is off the mission!" She said sternly.

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.