Through The Eyes Of A Killer Novels & Stories

As far as my eyes could reach, there was not even a single whisper of escape falling upon my ears. Seeing Killian at the stove was something I hadn’t ever expected. I knew this man as a demolisher, not someone who could create. He symbolized the very essence of animality, an epitome that breathed and thrived violence. It was not just the piercing gaze that sent shivers down my spine, but his smile that truly paralyzed me with terror. A maniacal spark danced in his eyes every time he plunged his knife further, a wicked glint matched only by the twisted amusement etched upon his face, stained with the crimson hue of blood. The horrors I had encountered were extended evidence that his deranged

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

Staring at him she heard him say, “Now take my hand and take me inside. You know you should welcome me properly right?” She didn’t want to do that. Why would she ever want to touch him? How dare he even think that she would want him back in her life after all that he had done. But to her surprise she felt a pressure on her hand and not leaving eye contact she slowly moved her hand up to his, feeling the pain from the exertion she was putting on her own mind to try and defy him. Was she always like this? Was this truly who she was? What happened to the killer that didn’t fear anyone?

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

I let out a loud roar, pushing her away, sending her flying through the air. I watch how she twists her body, landing on her hands and feet in a crouching position as she slides back across the marble floor. Once she stops, she stands up straight, glaring at me. I look into her eyes, those aren't the soft eyes I once remembered. I have seen these eyes every time I look into the mirror. Those are the eyes of a killer. She throws the silver blade at me. I lean to the side letting the blade fly pass me, piercing into the wall behind me.

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"You’re serious?” “I helped you,” he said quickly, stepping forward, words picking up speed as his nerves kicked in. “You were looking at the wrong thing, I pointed you to the right one, and if that pen turns out to be what we think it is, then I just gave you your cause of death.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly aware this wasn’t going well. “Look, I know how this sounds, but I can help. I see things. Patterns. Details people miss when they’re focused on the obvious.”

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

I know what I do. I pay attention. I gather evidence. I move when I am ready. Eyes open. Always.

As the van comes around the bend they see us and slam the breaks on! My wild steps to the front of the pack and I can see their faces as clear as day! Then it clicks, they are the faces from Alpha Leroy’s files, the trouble causers who have no respect and no regard for the rules. Clearly there is something I’m missing so I order everyone to capture them alive! “Alive?” Blake questions me choice “Yes alive, I want answers” I inform him