Thriller Killer Novels & Stories

The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER. A year ago, he’d have let it go to voicemail. Now, a deep, primal instinct…the one that had kept him alive in warehouses and dark alleys…prickled at the base of his skull. He answered. “Hello, Silent Killer.” The voice was smooth, confident, and laced with a venom Zhedya hadn’t heard in eight years. It sent a jolt of ice down his spine. The Ghost. The assassin from the warehouse…the man Ian had shot.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

Thane explained. ‘That explains why he didn't cover his face when he took Aria.’ Alessa thought. “Who are you?” Alessa asked. He looked up at her and slowly laughed. “Alessa. The killer who took out thirty men in two minutes without a scratch, she pulls the trigger faster than anyone. Smart, pretty.” “Sexy,” he added and laughed out loud. He doesn't look Russian, Mexican, or Italian, he was an American which confused her more. No American has ever been after her.

He left and headed straight to the address he was given. ■■■ He's certain that he sent chills to that family. Those people got him behind bars, it might be useless and worthless about this action he's planning to take but this is what he wants. He's been taking down every people he had in his past, one by one and that's what satisfy him. That's what rests his soul. And that gives him the title of a Killer. "... a woman identified as Tianna Crueson found at the river of *****, Texas. Police reports said that the autopsy showed that the woman was drowned and some variants of an unknown drug was found..."

She dropped the note back on the table, the two Detectives' eyes on her, "This is crazy," Jemi finally let out "this guy is crazy" "Yes, very, unlike most killers that don't want to get caught, this one just craves to murder" Rick picked up a photo and traced "with Matt in Jail one might think he was going to lay low for a while. His core weapon is a knife, and in Will's case Nitric Acid, luckily for the victim, he passed out before it came down on his flesh" WHOEVER SHEDS THE BLOOD OF MAN, BY MAN HIS BLOOD BE SHED

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.

She was the product of an affair between her mother and a Serpentkin. Unable to accept this revelation, he was overcome with rage and died on the spot. Eyes bloodshot, Gareth drew his sword and approached Jillian. "Willow did so much for you, her older sister, but you were cruel enough to kill her." Now that her identity had been exposed, Jillian stopped pretending. She revealed her sharp, crimson fangs and her hideous, massive serpent body.

"Are you Mr. Glenn Miller? Was it you who called the police just now?" "Yes," I replied, stepping aside." The suspect is inside. Please come in." The officers entered. "What's going on here?" Dwight was so terrified he slumped to the floor, a dark patch instantly spreading across his pants. Myra shrieked and threw herself in front of him. "Officers, this is all a misunderstanding. He's my brother. We're family. It's a family dispute." "Family dispute?" Steven Holt, the officer in charge, frowned. He glanced at the flickering game interface on the computer screen, then at Dwight, trembling uncontrollably on the floor. "The report mentioned a large-scale property theft. What exactly happened?"