Through The Eyes Of A Killer Novels & Stories

He looked even more pitiful compared to the time he had abandoned me on the side of the road. "Why did you tell me, then? Don't you hate me? You should be more than happy to see me die. Jo, you still love me, right?" As I watched Marcus' eyes light up, I smiled mockingly. "It's true that I want nothing more than you to die. Unfortunately, I shouldn't be the one ending your shitty life. I have a conscience, after all. I don't want to be chained down by the guilt of being a murderer because of you bastards. I don't want to live the rest of my life in uneasiness."

CALI'S POV I ran and I did not stop till I got home. Immediately I got home, I went straight to my room after locking my door and making sure no one was following me. I pulled off my clothes and took an immediate shower. As the warm water ran down my face to my body, I relaxed but I kept seeing a pair of familiar gold eyes. Ares. My mate. I knew he was right because I felt exactly what my mum said I would feel. Fire. My body was on fire around him. I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

Aelfric is the only person with indistinguishable eyes that appear to change with his every movement. “It’s him,” I whispered. “Lady? Lady Gabriella!” Doctor Kusher calls out to me, which made me feel a little bad because it’s supposed to be our first training today and yet I am already defying his orders. Without even thinking, I ran in the direction where I last saw the girls come from, hoping that I would see my hybrid stalker once more.

I say, "in fact, if ever a chance to disprove me of that conviction were to arrive, it's in the reality that I have a second chance to be the killer I was always meant to be, not your little pillow to coddle." Dane sits on the sidewalk, his hair messy and falling over his face and his hand that clutches his head. His eyes look at me wide and scared. A bruise can be seen forming on his forehead. I did that, and I'd do it again. I'd do it again, and much more and worse should any moment blink. "So get over me." And then I'm gone.

He paused and took his glass taking a sip from it before placing it back down. “I saw the look in your eyes when that man was dying Lindy and that is the look I have seen many times before. That is the look of a cold-blooded killer. You know why I took you out of there?” he questioned and Lindy shook her head no. “I could see it in your eyes that you wanted to spill more blood, you enjoyed the fear in our men’s eyes and you enjoyed seeing that man take his last breath even more. Tell me I am lying then I will tell you that the feeling you are waiting for to come will come.”

His smile was cruel, all signs of the boy he was now erased. “And what exactly would that be,” I asked, dreading his response. His eyes glazed, overturning to face me, he grabbed my arms. Lifting me off the ground, I kicked my legs in protest. “Put me down, Fleki, right now”. Flexi's arms fully extended as he lifted me higher, “Well Fleki, I will ask you again, What are you”? “I AM A KILLER”, I gasped as he abruptly dropped me to the ground.

This time, too much was at risk for me to be able to decide what direction I could go and so I just let myself accept my fate that has come to me in the form of a man with cold blue eyes and a dark deadly gaze. After he left that night, I cried hard, afraid for myself and for my parents and wondering to myself how my life ended in such a big mess. I was overwhelmed at how jittery and frightened he made me in just a short period of time. I tried to call Shayne. Heck! I almost hit the dial button a thousand times but those eyes haunted me and his words replayed in my head like a broken record. I think at some point I tried to convince myself that he wasn’t all bad for someone who helped me ,

I gasped, the next instant I began to laugh. I laughed so hard my shoulders began to quake, shaking with intensity. I laughed till tears formed on my eyes, then my gaze hardened. “You must think I'm a daft, easy target. That's why you dared to come here and spout nonsense. If you don't step aside now, I will have to report you for extortion. You chose the wrong target.” Some thugs chuckled, others shook their heads. The one in the lead scoffed and kept watching me steadily. “You must think we're joking.” His gaze turned deadly, and I could see it clearly. He was a killer. Those were the eyes of an unrepentant killer. The type that wouldn't hesitate to spill blood.

Don't take it too far, yeah? Sam's pupils contracted, then dilated to their limit. His eyes bulged as he glared at me, the memories from our previous life flooding in. Finally, he remembered how in my past life, when I was beaten to death by these charlatans, he was the one who covered my mouth just like this, repeated these exact same words, and watched me draw my final breath without so much as a flicker of remorse. Terror, regret, despair, rage… countless emotions surged within his eyes.