Totally Killer Novels & Stories

But the time I got there my clothes were soaked with blood and I took my shirt off, walking inside. I got off of my bed, going into my bathroom and turning the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my father staring back at me. He was a cold-blooded killer, incapable of loving anyone or anything. He made me kill my mother, the only good thing I had.

The wound on his hand was old, but his grip was steady. Just as the vow was about to be completed, a hoarse roar shattered the ritual. “Stop! She’s mine!” Andrew stormed into the square, wild-eyed, clutching a silver blade that gleamed in the firelight. Gasps spread through the crowd—silver was a forbidden weapon, deadly to werewolf blood. “Evelyn,” he bellowed, his voice breaking with rage, “you belong to me! I am the Elder’s true heir!” He lunged forward, blade raised.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

“What? Who told you that shit? Wait, Zero right.” “Right.” I answer, my voice small but still damaged just like my soul. I've gotten close to Killer; we have a connection that's beyond simple friendship. We understand each other. And unlike Zero who wants to save me, Killer accepts me. He doesn't ask questions and I don't lie. He’s quiet for a minute and I would put the phone down if it wasn't for his breathing. “Beggar, I've known the guy for years, and I've never seen Zero lose his shit over any woman. Falon is, what you call it…”

I did not come here to watch him lose. I am here to see him win this championship. Red flares in Nate's eyes as he squirms harder underneath Killer. I swear the guy is a fucking hulky beast. Nate's back arches up from the ground, his knees lifting and angling backwards, arrow tipped, jamming hard into Killer's back. Killer grunts and wriggles his back in pain, giving Nate the chance to slip out one of his legs out of Killer's hold. In a swift whirl, Nate's free leg traps one of Killer's legs, forcing Killer to crash on his side and to succumb into a side by side tugging position. Nate jabs his elbow mercilessly direct on Killer's exposed ribcage, hitting hard as much as he can.

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

He was a murderer, a murderer of women, who before killing he cut a lock of their hair, they were blonde or brown, brown, he did not have a specific taste, The midnight killer, the newspapers began to announce, was on the front page of THE SUN newspaper. A man read with interest what was published in the newspaper, he had on his work table many knives and scalpels, a hacksaw, bottles of chloroform and various substances for the preservation of corpses. He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.