Thriller Killer Novels & Stories

“Ella, I know you hate me. That’s fine. I have plenty of time to make it up to you. I’ve already had your mother buried in the most luxurious cemetery in New Yorke—” “Andrew.” I stopped him. “Do you think that murderers mourning their victims are touching?” Andrew’s hand shook violently. The documents slipped from his grip and scattered across the floor.

But she didn’t cry. She looked around again—and spotted a photo she hadn't noticed before. Her father. Smiling. Standing next to Lucien. And a third man. She picked it up, heart racing. The third man was the same man from her father’s funeral. The one who disappeared before she could speak to him. The real second killer? The plot thickened. And Ariella was done waiting for the truth to come to her. She would dig it up herself. Even if it buried her.

He was the Coretti's Enforcer. If someone weren't paying their debts or if they needed to get a message out through violence or... someone's death. He is who they called. According to the rumors Nino Coretti wasn't a man to play around with, he killed more than a serial killer with anger issues. The last one was leaning against the wall twirling a switchblade in his hand expertly, looking like he was bored with everyone's existence. He had jet black hair and a face that reminded me of a sculpture of Apollo I'd seen on my last visit to the museum. Why were they all so bloody beautiful!

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

"No, I'm the one who was blind! You used me, and now that things have gone wrong, you're trying to shove all the blame on me! Michael, you're not even human!" In front of everyone, they went at each other like bitter rivals, shouting and pointing fingers. The fragile illusion of their past closeness fell away, leaving only selfishness and scheming exposed. Jeremy's expression darkened as he watched the chaos unfold. The lead officer waved his hand and yelled, "Enough! Stop yelling!" Several officers stepped forward and pulled the two apart. "Dr. Michael Jones, Ms. Lindsey Clark, you are both closely involved in this case. You will come with us to the station for questioning. The true cause o

“Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?” “Fair point. I’m keeping Stranger stalker and Obsessed ex-lover for sure. The rest? I’m not sure yet.” I scratch them down on the list, then move to the next category. “Murderers—that’s easy.” Jenni snatches the pen again. “No, again, types of murderers.” She writes quickly before handing me the notebook. Murderer: Contract Killer/Hitman Mafia Enforcer Vigilante Serial Killer Black Market Dealer (who uses violence to protect their operation)

“How was I supposed to know he would be back and coming for Amaya?!” “You weren’t!! You were supposed to kill him so this would not even happen in the first place!” Nathaniel stepped forward hoping to quell the tension. “Uncle, we’ve analyzed the warehouse data. It was definitely Roman. We found traces of a specific explosive signature he used back in 2016. He’s not hiding his identity. He wants us to know it’s him." "Of course he does," I said, a cold smile touching my lips. "He’s a narcissist. He wants me to know that he’s the one who’s going to take everything from me and then more”

he bawled and smiled. “Do it, son. Do it!” Mr wick growled with a shattered heart. No other option but to watch himself die at the hands of son. “Do it!” He screamed again and Calogero pulled the trigger in terror. The bullet blasted the left side of his chest, surely blew his heart. Wick died instantly with eyes flaring open and blood pouring out from the sides of his mouth. He died without knowing the reason. Calogero broke down but was yanked up forcefully. Even though he didn’t enjoy it, he had to kill each and everyone in his family with the same gun. He started with His dad, to his mom, to his little sister and lastly his twin brother.

Alissa quickened her pace. A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!” “I'm on my way, is Michael there?” “I don't think so”.

I stood in front of him, while he stayed at the side. Malhotra then looked at me, and I witnessed fear in his eyes. "Madam..." He sputtered in a weak fumble. "Do you know me?" I asked. He gulped in fear and I nodded. "Fine. Let me introduce myself to you," I chuckled. He continue to look at me while I walked close to him. "Do you remember? The name Silent Killer is famous in the underworld?" I asked him. He gulped and then nodded in affirmation.