Through The Eyes Of A Killer Novels & Stories

And yet today, today those bastards had dared to sneak into our territory and spill blood. That… That pissed me off. I needed a distraction, and only one came to mind. Before I could stop it, her image flashed through my thoughts. Blond hair. Green eyes that usually sparkled with innocence, except earlier, those eyes had been different. They weren’t pure. They were sharp. Cold. The eyes of a killer. I knew that look because it was the same one my brothers and I wore when we took a life. My lips curved into a faint frown as I held the cigar inches from my mouth, thoughts spiraling.

“I don’t care if he’s half-dead.” Rigor nodded and left. I sat back, smoke curling around me as I tried to steady my thoughts. That shipment cost me millions. Worse …it made me look weak. And The Killer thrives on that. The door opened again. They dragged the survivor in. What was left of him. One leg gone. One eye missing. Both hands severed, clean cuts, precise. Surgical. The Killer signature. I didn’t flinch. “Did you see his face?” I asked calmly.

I did not need to see his face to understand that the man who had harmed Rebel, who had tried to take her from me, would be executed. The surgeon's mouth opened in shock, but I did not waver as I stared into his eyes. He caught sight of the look in my eyes—the cold, calculating stare of a killer and he knew instantly that I was there for Killian. The surgeon cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Mr. Killian isn't ready for visitors—" I didn't let him finish. I strode into the room, my eyes fixed on Killian's lifeless body. "I don't care. He's ready for me."

He huffed with a shrug. “Y'know, the recent death tolls getting out of hand. The police say the killers are probably female, since men mostly get killed; their vital organs are ripped out gruesomely and their eyes gouged out. Scary, huh?” he said and shuttered at his explanation. Then again, Jinx seemed less concerned. He arose from his seat, then snatched his book from the table. “Dude? Didn't you hear anything I just said?”

This wasn’t the man who had held me like I meant something. He was a killer. I stumbled into the dark street, barely registering the night chill clawing at my skin. I didn’t even know where I was going. The warehouse loomed behind me like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Tears blurred my vision as I ran, and still, I couldn’t stop. He killed someone. Right in front of me. No hesitation. No remorse. Just a cold, brutal execution. And the look in his eyes… God, the look in his eyes wasn’t human.

Something flashed in his eyes but it was gone in an instant. “And if you turn out to be the killer, I'll kill you myself," His eyes flickered a little. And I failed to read his eyes.

Raising my head I look at him, with my tears still threatening to spill from them, as I look into the eyes of the man that killed my entire family. As he stares back into my eyes, a growl radiates from him, and I quickly turn my head, knowing that I never should have looked him directly in the eyes, and I was for sure going to pay for it. But I had gotten a glimpse of them, and it was clear that I was looking into the eyes of a killer, and my heart began to race at just the sight of them, as my hands began to tremble even more than before.

he stated firmly. The room seemed to spin faster, blurring into a chaotic whirlwind of shadows and fear. My mind became a canvas for horrifying images that assaulted my senses. I saw the killer, his face twisted with sadistic pleasure, as he savored the taste of blood on the blade of his knife. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each time highlighting his deranged eyes studying my every reaction, reveling in the terror he had inflicted.

he just nodded his head, already knowing how much his subordinate was trying to impress him. Since past few weeks, mysterious killings of his men and people around the area had started. And his mafia wasn't behind it neither were the rivals otherwise his spies would have informed him. There was someone else behind it who was purposely killing his men, like a serial killer leaving an eye mark on the dead body. He again recalled the eye marks, stressing on his brain but he couldn't recall anything properly. But still, his gut feeling said, he had seen those eyes somewhere.

I don't familiarise myself with my potential killers. A cool finger reaches out under my chin, lifting it up slightly. I gasp, staring into shiny, hazel eyes - the brightest I've seen - behind dark shades. His lips are thin, the sides curling into a devious smirk as he shoves my face away and turns his back. "Kill her." Oh, God.