Thriller Novels & Stories

She pursed her lips as she tried to intensify the clutch of her thread as much as she could, knowing perfectly well that everything would already be over. “Your wish is my command. Adios, jerk!” Without a second thought, Perry pulled the trigger. It was as though someone had slowed down the time. Hera could see perfectly the bullet plummeting toward its target, but she also felt that something was wrong. Trusting her instinct, she removed four of her threads from the president and connected them to the League and to her sister. With one swift movement, she threw them in the garage and closed the brick-like wall, leaving her in a state of tense silence.

Temperance Without thinking, I swiftly aim my gun to his thigh, pulling the trigger. The gun lurches back, causing me to flinch as my ears ring. As I look at the man, his hands fly to his thigh, grunting in agony. Before he can lift his head, Zander appears behind him, clocking him on the head with the handle of his gun. The man falls to the floor unconscious as Zander steps over him, walking towards Connor and me.

Siddarth shouted at Shruti tugging her hair tightly with his hand. " I want to finish you right here right now but not before getting what I want. Till then I will show where you actually belongs to..." Raging at Shruti Siddarth dragged her towards a heap of metal wastes and threw her towards them. Shruti crawled back crying miserably as much as she can but there is no way to escape. She panicked and turned around to see for a way to get out but stumbled there suddenly hearing the thud sound of metal hitting the floor. Fear filled face and widely opened eyes Shruti turned around and saw a monster Siddarth approaching towards her with a long iron rod. He hit that on ground along with his slo

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.

“You’re saying that Maria Torres is a threat too?” “Well, one big-mouthed bitch with info is a problem, but two is a fucking nightmare. Plus, it’s always nice to be able to throw it in a bitch’s face that someone they really care about is dead, just before you kill them. Really adds to the whole experience, I’ve always felt.” “True.” Trigger had to admit that the sadistic part of taunting and teasing his terrified captives was a big part of the fun. “It does make it more… enjoyable.”

POV: Calista Rivers The first thrall cleared the ladder rail with its red eyes locked onto my throat. It didn’t breathe because the air around its jaw rippled with foul heat. I didn’t wait for it to stabilize its stance. I stepped into its guard, my left hand jamming into the smoky mass of its shoulder to anchor its position while my right drove the silver blade straight through its sternum. The second thrall was already over the rail behind me. Its obsidian claws scraped across my shoulder blade and tore through the tough leather of my jacket and sliced a clean line across my skin.

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

He mentioned the rumors that were spreading like wildfire about a half-bodied woman with wings of a bat, killing people with jobs similar to theirs. Undeniably this statement of his struck fear in the hearts of his colleagues, most especially Cherry. As she got out of the coffee shop, she began to hallucinate about what her boss just mentioned. What if she happens to be the next victim? How would she fight that mysterious creature? She doesn't even know karate or any martial art for that matter! Oh my… Her heart started to beat faster as she goes out into the parking area. Cherry heard a flutter of wings above her as she sauntered to her car. She froze from where she is standing. Her mind is

TRUMP'S POV The loud, blood-curdling scream that pierced the room sent a chill down my spine. Theresa's anguished cry echoed through the house, a haunting sound that seemed to freeze time itself. I rushed to her side, my heart racing with a sense of foreboding. What I saw made my blood run cold. Theresa was kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed in horror on the body bag that lay before her. As I watched in stunned silence, Theresa's trembling hands slowly unzipped the bag, revealing the lifeless body of Annabelle inside. Her eyes were frozen, her body cold. A single gunshot wound marred her otherwise flawless skin, a grim reminder of the violence that had taken her life.