Weepy-voiced Killer Novels & Stories

Kelsey’s POV The phone felt slippery in my sweating palm as the pathetic voice whined excuses through the speaker. My free hand gripped the edge of my vanity table hard enough to leave nail marks in the mahogany. “You idiotic, worthless piece of garbage!” I snarled into the phone. “I gave you one simple instruction. Kill Penelope. Not wound her. Not terrorize some random child. Kill her!” “Listen lady, the situation got complicated real fast,” the man drawled in his thick regional accent. “The target had her kid with her, and—”

He will have Xeon’s head if he said it. I.P Xeon. We will miss you. But wait a minute ! Did he just say, only the one in Xeon’s arms ? Who killed Maya then ? And then our eyes met. Fuck ! IT WAS THE RED FACED, GREEN EYED, MUCH FAMED ALPHA WOLF, ARGO !!

"A waste of breath." I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the sting of steel, but the death I crave and beg for never comes. “Wait,” a voice commands. My eyes snap open, and through the blur of smoke, I see him step forward. General Elowen, the killer, a master of war, and now he is standing before me, staring down at me as if deciding like I am nothing. I lift my chin, glaring at him. “Kill me.” He crouches, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. “You want to die?” His tone sounds almost amused.

No such luck. “Oh, how trivial. She begs to be spared..” He sniffs in disdain.. “How utterly predictable.” Come on, Eyra! Turn your head! Let me see him! I know the killer is a man, obviously. He sounds young, I would say around early to mid-twenties. He sounds as if he has the slightest hint of a British accent, but it doesn't have the melodic flow of a natural accent. His sounds forced and contrived. He talks like he is an extra in an old English period movie, set in the Victorian era. Like he expects to be called M'Lord or something pretentious to that affect.

He stared wide-eyed at Mark and Kyla who were standing in front of the counter. "What do you want?" "Open the cash register," Mark ordered. The man pulled out his key and opened the lock. He pulled out the drawer and quickly whipped out a gun then shot Mark in the chest. He turned and shot Kyla as she tried to run. Ned who had been waiting behind one of the shelves, rushed and hit the man on the head as Kyla fell down. The man fell unconscious and Ned grabbed his gun and shot him. He rushed over to Kyla who was struggling to breath.

He yelled, his voice rippling through the air like a wounded lion. His bloodshot eyes speak of danger and he asked Tyson to pass him the teaser. “Who put you up to it?” He asked. Silence... “I won’t ask you twice! Who ordered you to kill my wife and baby?!” He yelled and punched him hard in the face. Wick was almost passing out, all his strength drained from him that he couldn’t speak. “That... that bitch is dangerous and more powerful than you! She’s got my family wrapped around her fingers” he said bursting into tears.

However, after that everything happened so fast. Another man beside the sofa slashed the blade he was carrying into Mrs. Maya’s right hand. Nadira gasped and so did the injured person. The red bloody wound looked deep and painful, but Mrs. Maya tried to endure it. The white skin of the woman grew pale. “If you say that again, you will die,” the man with the deep voice sneered. “Besides, I know you're lying. One of my men made the mistake of saying that someone would be tasked with taking the wolvire’s stuff to the hideout. We killed that guy, not knowing that it was you who was actually assigned. Is that right, Maya the Right Hand of INDICENT?"

He's the one who tried to kill me with a spear yesterday night. "Why are you offering me a drink?" "I don't know, politeness I guess." "Since when kidnapping people is polite?" He sighed. "It's not what it seems-" "So enlighten me." "I would if you let me talk," he growled out once again making me shut up. "You might not believe me this time but you have to listen okay. I'll try to make it as simple as possible." What's going on? Why did he think I would freak out over what he was about to say?

My heart stopped as soon as my eyes landed on the owner of the arm. “Do you know what I hate more than rogues” he paused for a second “filthy rogues who won’t get out of the way fast enough” “How” I asked stunned “Did you really think it would be that easy to kill me Miss Vee. Maybe you daughter will do better” He said as he slashed my throat and pushed me from the rooftop, and now here we are laying here on the pavement, a thick scent of blood and guts in the air, accompanied by the corpses of vampires and werewolves alike littered the ground some in pieces.

And with a sickening crack, he abruptly twisted her head to the side, severing the delicate connection between her vertebrae. Her head lolled lifeless to the side as her body went limp, collapsing to the cold rooftop with a lifeless thud as he released his grip on her. The chilling silence seemed to fill the air, tainted by the weight of his twisted satisfaction. He remained unmoved, his expression unchanging, as he looked down at Megan's motionless form. His voice tinged with cruel satisfaction, he spoke, "Unfortunately for you...I am a killer and I never hesitate when I'm told to get rid of someone."