Thriller Killer Novels & Stories

River says. "You all knew," I look at all of them. Killer’s hard emotionless stare doesn’t shock. He will always do as he wants but River. I looked up to him, and this is what he did. "Yes." Killer answers for the three of them. Yes of course they knew. “How long.” I direct my question to Killer. “The day Vincent came to see me with Deno. He told me that one of our own were related to a man named Thorn. Didn’t take me long at all to know exactly who is the relative.”

Each killer had drawn a small cross on the wall above the bed using his victim’s blood. Conner studied the list. The killer hadn’t merely been inspired by the episode, he had copied it meticulously. Conner turned the player back on and watched the killing again, this time searching for any differences between the show and the actual murder. This second list was much shorter. In the show, the victim had been shot with a .22 caliber pistol, muffled by a pillow. Sheila had been shot with a 9mm Browning equipped with a silencer. The television killer had allowed the hooker to pay for the motel room; Sheila’s killer had chosen to break into the room.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

"Please! Don’t kill me! I have a family!" "Oh, I know. You have a lovely wife and such adorable kids." "Don’t you dare touch my wife! You sick monster!" I chuckled coldly. "I’m not the monster here. you and I both know who it is." "Did Moretti send you?" "Bingo! We got a winner here! for the prize, do you want me to shoot at the heart or head? Your choice but please hurry my schedule are pack to kill people." "You are a sick woman!" he spits to my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. "Now that’s not nice," I said in my deadly tone. I cock my gun and aim it at the heart but then again interruption.

“Do you think Hunter can pull this off?” “He can do anything. But yesterday his alibi was perfect. He only went to offices and bar. People have confirmed that. It wasn't Hunter who infiltrated here to trash your apartment.” "Maybe he got someone else to do it." "But it's not like his style. He once sent someone to kill you. Sending you terror is too slow an execution style. His main goal in wanting to get rid of you is so he can take your entire inheritance. Hunter will get rid of you quickly instead of stalling for time to mess up your life. Terrors like this are usually carried out by a psychopath who wants to slowly torture his victims.”

I tell him. We carefully make our way to where the laboratory was hidden. I’d seen a human news report that said they think the ‘serial killer’, the one that was actually Zephyr, was found by some vigilante as it appeared that there were cages for humans. The police and fire inspectors had been combing over the place for the last two days. I can only hope that they left something for me to find.

Talon took control of the situation. “I-I saw Chian Li,” Nyssa whispered. “H-He w-was under t-that ch-chandelier-r-r,” she stuttered in fright. “A-and the grandfather clock behind us was chiming as the needles showed midnight.” “That’s two hours from now. I am sure he’s coming to avenge for Laira’s death,” Valen said. “Who is Chian Li ?” I asked. “The creepiest assassin of all times and he is known as the ‘Silent Killer’. He never leaves a trace of who did the crime and the event passes off as a natural event unless he tells about the crime himself,” Corwin said.

A cold satisfied smirk played on his lips. One piece of the puzzle had fallen. And now, he was sure about the culprit. There was no doubt anymore. “Cedric Thorne.” Killian muttered with disgust. ‘I’ll hunt you down in the most painful way imaginable.’ He exhaled smoke slowly. ‘And when I find you, death will feel like mercy.’ Killian looked up. His eyes gleamed like steel, filled with vengeance and the sunlight glinted in his dark ocean blue eyes.

Kept pulling at the thread. Because if the footage was fabricated Then everything Elena believed was built on sand. And the real killer was still walking free. Laughing. Watching. Waiting.