Thriller City Novels & Stories

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood.

I heard my father yell once again. “Fine,” I answered rudely, walking off to my seat. All this while, I caught sight of the small smirk that spread across Sebastian's face. What was this psycho thinking of? I could only pity his next victim. As soon as my father walked out of my office, I slumped on my seat and twirled a pen in my hand. 'How do I get to him without human's suspecting anything?'. I'd have taken him without anyone's notice, but I knew he'd be reported as a missing person which in turn will cause trouble for our kind.

The light from the city skyline caught the gold of his watch, a steady, rhythmic glint that felt like a countdown. "I’m calculating," I said, walking to the window. The rain had stopped, leaving the city below shimmering like a circuit board. "I just threatened to dismantle the entire Chicago Outfit. If I don't keep my heart-beat check-ins active, I’ve essentially signed a death warrant for every man in that room. Including you, Enzo."

I have been listening since I was nine years old and he hid under a kitchen table during a summer storm and told me the thunder was only sky furniture moving upstairs. The text appears slower now, as if each word costs him. THE CITY HAS THREE HEARTS. CORE BLOOD. POWER STACK. RESIDENTIAL TRUST. The phrase is so ugly and so Sector Seven that I almost laugh. TRUST RUNS DOORS PEOPLE THINK ARE CHOICES. I need to remember every word. I need to remember the timer. I need to remember the cameras, the kettle, the fake lemon smell, Damian’s silence beside the plant, the way the child has gone very still under my palm.

And suddenly frowned. Interesting. Very interesting. The First Memory stepped forward. "The city is resisting him." Everyone froze. "What?" The woman pointed toward the ground. Silver light flowed beneath the streets. Ancient symbols illuminated. The city itself was waking. Not the frozen citizens. Not the statues. The city. The City of Lost Possibilities had been built for a purpose. And now it was remembering that purpose. The Third Silence noticed too. His smile faded. And then, something impossible happened. The city attacked him.

Rival’s POV New York never shut up. Even in the dead of night, when the sky sagged heavy and black over the streets, the city still rattled — sirens screaming in the distance, taxis honking, drunks shouting about nothing that mattered. The noise was a heartbeat, constant, ugly, alive. And I couldn’t stop hearing it as a countdown. Every block we crossed dragged us closer to the pier. To him. To whatever trap he’d wrapped in promises and threats.

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un

Chapter 1: The Arrival As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dusty road, a weary traveler approached the outskirts of a mysterious city cloaked in mist. The city seemed to materialize out of thin air, its spires reaching towards the heavens like fingers grasping at the sky. Curiosity mingled with apprehension as the traveler made his way through the imposing gates, their iron bars creaking ominously in the evening breeze. He could sense an air of mystery hanging over the city, like a shroud of secrets waiting to be unraveled.

she whispered. Rafael’s voice stayed low. “It’s also proof he’s alive.” The words settled in her like a thin thread of hope she didn’t want to touch too hard. --- Tharien moved through the city like a shadow that had learned to bleed. Every alley felt watched. Every reflection in darkened glass carried the echo of eyes. The rain slicked the pavement, turning neon into smeared color underfoot. He kept to the seams—service corridors, back stairwells, the forgotten spaces where the city exhaled.