Thriller Narrator Novels & Stories

His thumb caressed the area as if to soothe the pain. “I’ve been working with the law enforcement ever since I could remember. I started young as an informer and then a bounty hunter. My parents died when I was little.” He leaned forward, their hands still entwined but now he placed them on his lap. “This is all I have ever known, Sienna. I’ve seen gruesome murders and caught sadistic killers but never have I ever experienced such fear in my life before.” She looked up at him, into his eyes and saw his sincerity. Her throat constricted.

Still nothing and the silence continued for seconds till minutes passed. I knew he expected threats, violence and intimidation but I simply waited first. He couldn't hold out for long and spoke first, I'm sure he must have weighed the possibilities. Keeping quiet like a fool will do him no good in this state. "My name is Eric." "What are you?" His eyes flickered. "What?" "Smuggler? Informant? Mercenary?" He hesitated. "Sometimes." It was not an answer but it was enough. He was a survivor, criminal and a nobody which made this even more interesting because people like him didn't possess information capable of shaking Moonfall and cutting corners with me.

“He needs to feel the thrill of this place, the exhilaration of the unknown. Let him discover his own fate.” The investigator moved deeper, oblivious to the shadows gathering around him. He took notes, his curiosity driving him forward, while I prepared to weave my spell around him. The thrill of the hunt invigorated me. I wanted him to feel the electric pulse of fear, the heady rush of danger. As I watched, I felt Elias’s anguish deepen. He was desperate to warn this man, to pull him from my grasp, but his will was crumbling. I smiled, savoring the power I held over both of them.

This is someone else. A figure steps into the doorway, their silhouette tall and menacing, a silenced pistol gleaming in their hand. Before I can react, a cold voice whispers, “You’re not the only one hunting, Anderson.” The gun rises, aimed at my chest, and a single shot rings out, the sound muffled but deafening in the silent night. Who fired, and am I the target or just collateral in a larger game?

Also, I don't trust the man she hired who claimed to have saved me while I was preoccupied since even when I am distracted, I cannot overlook someone who is about to harm me. Also, his explanation and story are suspicious, as if the man did not tell the entire thing and withheld certain facts for himself. And the way he delivers the story, he appears apprehensive, and his voice is not steady at all. It reminds me of when I was a cop and the criminals I interrogated who were defending themselves acted the same manner. " Yes, as I already stated, I understand what you're trying to communicate, so you may now stop insisting and leave," I informed her.

I added in a louder voice, a bit amused by the sight of him squirming in his seat. Stepping closer, I pulled the gun up to his forehead. “Tell me, Cory, who’s behind the trafficking business?” He swallowed again, the beads of sweat now rolling down his sideburns. “I-I’m telling you,” he stuttered, “I don’t—“ “Well then,” I cocked the gun, positioning my finger against the trigger, “round one begins now. Might as well be the only one you get.” “No no no, wait—“ I pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a cry of despair tore out of his mouth, drowning out the click in the background.

I pray that this will be the last time he will ever disturb anyone on the campus again. I finally got to Morrocco hotel, room 77 executive - the slaughterhouse. I became a little bit afraid, but I quickly boldened up, my camera and recorder with me inside my bag, I knocked at the door. I heard his deep husky voice asking me to come in. I knew he had been waiting for me. I came in quietly and cautiously, closing the door after me but with the key in my bag. He asked me to sit down, sent for a drink, and finally excused himself to the restroom. I was finally able to breathe properly. It was like holding my breath while he was there. I also had the chance of placing my camera in a good positio

His nights blurred into mornings, his coffee sat cold and untouched, his body taut with the constant electricity of risk. While Anna slept in three-hour blocks and kept watch on the ground, he traced burner phones, scrubbed metadata, and fed whispers into criminal networks like a digital ghost. He built a breadcrumb trail too intricate to backtrack—because he knew Navarro wasn’t stupid. The man had survived six assassination attempts and outlived two regimes. But fear, when given a face, doesn’t negotiate with logic. It spirals. By the fifth day, Navarro’s runners were disappearing. Not arrested.

“You don’t trust me. That’s fine. If you think I’m going to do something, pull the trigger.” “Why are you doing this?” “Because I’m serious, Zandra, I just want to talk. I need you to listen, and if this is the only way you feel safe, then so be it.” There isn’t any room left between us. He forces me to jam the gun against his chest over his heart, one wrong move on my part and he’s dead. “Thorton, stop it!” “I don’t have a lot of time.” His breath ghosts against my cheeks. It takes all my strength not to claim those lips for my own. “I didn’t order a hit on your brother. I didn’t instruct any of my men to attack you. Someone set me up. Someone by the name of Detective Rossi.”

"You show everyone the fake you but I know the devil hiding behind that pretty face. Here's your gift a little treasure hunt. Those fingers were attached to people you supposedly care about. They are each in separate locations with a death sentence to be bestowed upon them. They will pay for your sins dear Lana. Choose who you want to save. Burn the picture of the one who'll pay for your sins today. You have 5 minutes to decide. Once you've reached your decision, quietly leave and make your way to the location. Don't bring along your brigadier or let your darling husband know of this. If you do I will kill both of them instantly. Do not double cross me or I'll kill everyone in that building