The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

A person had handled the book the way a person handles a thing he understands is important to the person it belongs to. I had not, until I was standing at the Cs at the back of a bookstore, let myself understand that the small placement on the arm of the chair was, in the entire vocabulary of small gestures the Verdict Killer had been making in my direction for two months, the most specific and most accurate of them. I took the book off the shelf. I held it. ── I did not buy it.

the stranger bent over Marcel and pulled out a golden dagger but before he could kill Marcel with it he felt something stab him from behind making him drop his weapon. “I thought they said you were one of the best" a female voice said behind him “Urgh ...what?” He tried to turn to see the face of his attacker but Marcel used the opportunity to pick up the fallen dagger and stabbed his would-be killer in the throat before pushing him with the little strength he was able to muster, he sat up and watched the man bleed to death but saw something strange in the man’s blood.

i said with a crazy voice and laugh like a crazy people! Mabilis kumalat ang mga dugo sa cr kung san kame naroon.Mahigit isang oras den kameng na rito.agad agad kong naghugas ng kamay at kutsilyo.IISANG KUTSILYO ANG GAGAMITIN KO SA PAGPATAY SA MGA DEMONYONG TULAD NYO!SISIGURADIHIN KONG LAHAT KAYO MAPUPUNTA SA IMPYERNO!sinabi ko yun sa sarili habng nakatingin sa mga demonyong to!Agad akong nagbihis ng damit at mabilis naq lumabas ng Cr.masuwerte ako at walang ibang pumasok sa sc at nagawa ko ng maayos ang plano ko.walang nakakita na lumabas ako ng ng cr at nagpunta sa counter para bayaran ang binili ko..Maya maya lang ay may narinig akong sumigaw mula sa Cr.Muhkang may nakakita na sa dalawa

Now, I was wondering if he has clues about who the killers are. “Were you able to know what pack killed them, Christopher?” I asked, making him clench his fists. “That's my problem, Luna Emerald. I wasn't there when they were killed. All I just knew were the marks that they left leading me to find out that wolves really killed them,” Christopher responded to me. I nodded my head, feeling sorry for what happened to his family. “Let's just hope that we can find out who is behind those. I know the truth about them will prevail soon. Let's just work together to end our enemies because I have these instincts that they are just one. We have one enemy that we need to end,” I muttered.

Chris and his group were not in a hurry to speak; they watched fear grip the souls of the most devious of men without batting an eyelid. “Who are you? What do you want?” one of the men yelled out when he couldn’t take it any longer. “Who we are is not important. Who you touched is.” Chris spoke in a deep voice; to the men it sounded like the voice from hell. “We don’t even know you. How did we offend you?” Christopher stepped out from the shadows, into the lighted area of the deck. His lips curled up in a sinister manner as he spat out “a casualty".

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Theresia laughed loudly then said, "Why? You don't have the heart? Didn't you say yourself that we are now enemies? The enemy will always find a way to eliminate their opponent right?" Christoper was silent for a moment. , how could he fight and kill Theresia. His heart would hurt if that happened, but, indeed, circumstances never brought them together. Then what to expect. Theresia smiled faintly, pushing Christopher's body roughly. His eyes were sharp with an indescribable look. "Come on me! Kill me! That's what you want? Kill all the vampire races? You can start by killing me!" Theresia shouted hysterically, pushing Christopher a few times.