Thriller City Novels & Stories

My flight landed with an echo of my world collapsing, right in the middle of the city, The Citadel —the capital of Fox City, a place that calls to heart-breaking memories of my return, a reality I had fled from. Even from the airport terminal, I could feel it; the city's heart was a brooding hum of chaos and vice. My memories of Fox City flooded back, bringing a terrifying chill to my soul —I was entering the devil's workshop once again, this was Fox City, and its name wasn’t a mere metaphor. A city controlled by the wealthy, where the biggest crimes were a boastful thing to commit.

“Forever.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Marco’s smile was real. “No more loops.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Family.” Rosa grinned. “Boricua.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME X: THE CITY’S AWAKENING. The ground trembled. Every subway grate in Brooklyn opened. The city roared.

Ruckus laughter assails my ears. I'm not able to hear the other person's reply because they round the corner and their voices fade. I stand there, feeling cold dread snake up my spine. I've heard a few things about the mafias in LA. Brutal humans with no feelings whatsoever. If Ash Thunder is one - Suddenly, an image of him rears up in my head and I laugh awkwardly. Yeah, that man may be all shades of lewd, but being a gangster is definitely not one one of them. I make my way to my office but someone's already there.

She gives herself to me body and soul. I walk into the gym, and I turn the lights on to find Chase already there, he is running on the treadmill, and his eyes are silver grey. I try to link with him, but he’s impenetrable. He’s gone to his dark place, a dark corner in his mind I am not allowed to invade. We both have a dark corner, it is our safe haven, and I am not getting him out there. Both his fangs are out, and he is running faster than humanly possible.

Although she hired him and admitted at the onset that she has forgiven him for what happened to their relationship, the pain remains embedded deep down in her heart. Unknown to Sarah, her ex-boyfriend is suspecting her to be the manananggal who has been terrorizing the streets of Makati and the killer of his parents. During the times he is in the United States, he hired a team of researchers who are experts in the field of mythical creatures. He instructed them to focus on learning about the way a manananggal hunts its prey and how it masquerades itself as an innocent member of society. And cross-reference this with the evidence he gathered while in the Philippines on the lifestyle of Sarah.

life. It can resemble to anyone's life who has just started career or college or anything new. Bringing you all "New girl in the city". This story might resemble some stories or with any of your friends life real story but trust me I just started writing it randomly thinking when a girl arrives in a new city for fulfilling her dreams and aspirations what all she goes through. Aanchal is one such girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai. Hope you all will enjoy her journey.

Lets meet Swift ********* I need to present myself. But how? I have no idea and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Callum POV *********** These days I am confused. I feel something throbbing in the back of my mind. But I can't sort it out. I feel like something is stirring inside me. "Stephen". I called him who was sitting in his home office working on some files. "What is it, Callum"? He looked at me and put the pen aside. I must be looking upset.

As they left the building, they heard the sound of sirens in the distance. Damien knew that meant the wolf had started attacking people in the city. He had to act fast. He and Dr. Stacy rushed to his friend's last known location, armed with a silver bullet. They found him in an abandoned warehouse, howling at the moon. Damien's heart ached as he raised the gun. He knew he was doing the right thing, but it didn't make it any easier. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

That’s how she survived. The hitman was already waiting in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Their meeting spot. The place smelled of dust, engine oil, and secrets too dark to say out loud. She didn’t flinch walking into the cold shadows. If anything, she welcomed the chill that settled over her shoulders like an old friend. Dillon would now be her second victim. Another foolish soul falling by her hand, all for her one and only, Hunter.

"That's the plan, Ghost. But it won't be easy. The city is already fracturing. Thorne's old associates in the city council are panicked. They're going to try to squeeze us out of our permits, maybe even frame the club for the foundry explosion." "Let them try," I said, looking at the silver chain-link ring on my finger. "We have the data, we have the truth, and we have the fastest riders in the state." Dax leaned down, his lips brushing against my temple. "I love your fire, Mia. But stay alert. I saw a car following us from the city limits. A dark sedan with tinted windows. It didn't belong to the feds, and it didn't belong to the Ravagers."