Thriller Webtoon Novels & Stories

The thrilling saga is just about to set high. To be continued... Unknown Caller

his voice came as a low whisper but his threat caused her body to shiver. He looked at her one more time and stomped out of the room. Immediately the door was jammed close, Rielle placed her hand on the wall and released the breath she held in. Alex is truly scary when he threatens and now, she couldn't help but think about her life which was now in the hands of Alex, the king of darkness. For the rest of the day, Rielle spent it in her room thinking about the two brothers. Now, she was locked in between them. Is that what she gets for writing their characters that way?

!!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!! CONTAINS RAPE !!!! WG-02. Some time ago. I've dealt with a lot up until this point. I'm proud to say that through it all, I have not broken. All my life I've known pain. I've grown up on it. Lived it, learnt it, tasted it. I know pain. I have been pushed to the furthest limits imaginable. Both in mind and body. And I've still not broken. I am stronger because of how far I have been pushed. I have endured and survived more than anyone else possibly could. I have been moulded into the ultimate weapon, created from pain to cause havoc. I am the shadow in the dark, the monster under the bed. I am the bringer of death. Nothing could ever break me. But this... This is unl

"Alright, stop sulking. The frustrating part is finally over. Next comes the satisfying part, where the hero solves cases and takes his revenge!" When I opened my eyes again, the stench of blood and the searing pain in my body were gone. I found myself standing in front of my apartment door once more, completely unharmed. My hands were reaching for the doorknob when I saw the bursts of live comments again. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

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.

The man turn towards his direction , his smile fading into confusion. It happened so fast. Dante's other hand shot out, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted. There was a sharp, ugly crack I could almost hear from here. The dealer's mouth opened in a silent scream. He fell to his knees, holding his broken arm. Dante leaned down. He whispered something in the man's ear. The man's face went from pain to pure, white terror. He looked from Dante to Elara, and then he scrambled backwards like a crab, vanishing into the dark alley, holding his arm.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

] Then, on an ordinary late night, elaire finally uploaded a new video. The long-starved fans flooded in instantly, only to collectively suck in a sharp breath the second the video started. A few minutes later, the comment section was completely flooded. The visuals still carried the same unbearable tension, except this time, they felt even more dangerously suggestive than before... The man still wore the black lace blindfold, but beneath it sat a sleek leather gag, leaving only the constant motion of his throat on display. He sat alone in a chair, both wrists restrained behind the backrest with silver chains.

I spent that night convincing myself it was the start of everything. But when he woke up the next morning, he looked at me not with passion, but with cold, sharp regret. He didn't remember the details, but he remembered the "mistake." He shut down. He built walls of ice around us. I opened my eyes and looked at the stunned vampire standing in front of me. "Do you understand now?" my voice was chillingly calm. "I didn't trap you, Bastian. I survived you." "I... I don't remember..." Bastian's voice shook. The arrogant Lord Thorne mask completely shattered.

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.