Writer X Serial Killer Novels & Stories

"No, not religion. And I am not sure I surround myself with dark things as much as I learn to accept the darkness of human nature. We all have this darkness within us. Before I came for this meeting, I was just helping a friend by giving him tips on how to write a serial killer story and I realized I had an excellent knowledge of killers, their psychology, and forensic. I guess I explored the subject in my mind enough to make it a skill." "Wow!" I said to myself and to the woman. "I was nearly starting to scare myself," the woman continued. "But then, I said to myself that it was okay to think about serial killers. If I were to raise any blame on anyone, I can blame this on my research as a

Humans still believe that werewolves exist in fantasy stories, and it's nothing close to reality. It was also the same for me a month ago. When I realised that the deaths of the criminals seemed to be caused by an animal, I had come to mock myself for how ridiculous I sounded. With me discovering their existence, I didn't doubt one minute that whoever that serial killer was was a werewolf. What I didn't understand is how he didn't hide his way of killing or even adopt a rather normal way of committing murder. Did he do that to announce to the world the existence of werewolves? But what would he get from making that fact known?

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

My perfect main character. Ok, I went a little bit overboard with this serial killer. He did smile after all and that smile wasn’t that fake… or was it? “Stop thinking about the guy you won’t meet again!” I reprimanded myself. It was time to think about the story plot. “Maybe I should read some news… some bloody, criminal news…” I started my research. I spent four hours on reading useless articles, about some accidents with a shooting gun and deaths caused by gang scores. They were all dreadful and bloody, but there was nothing refined about it. And I needed some topic, that would match my perfect main character.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

“You’ll want to read this.” As I skimmed the text, a chill ran down my spine. The anonymous blogger described the murders in chilling detail—details only the killer could know. “This is insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why would a hitman write about his crimes?” “To control the narrative,” Natasha explained. “Think about it. If the public sees these as random killings with no connection, no one suspects Gabriel.” “But why risk exposing himself?” I questioned, pacing the room now, the tablet still in my hand.

Olegario Rey had realized that the serial killer was not just one, but two different people. He was on the close trail of who those two people were… By going after Roger who was one of the main targets of the assassin, he would discover the truth... Olegario was sure that the lesbian executioner was one of them, but what about the other? The notes they had left were from different people and that, for a detective like Olegario, was an easy solution. Following Roger, he saw that he was heading to his office in the Holy Order, Olegario could see the shadow of someone closing the door. An argument was heard. Olegario kicked the door open and pointed out to the subject that he had an iron mask.

“Mr. Owen, I need a story that will refurbish my name. But I can't write anything interesting, and your wife told me that I wrote a useless manuscript again. Why? Isn’t it realistic enough?” This is what I am telling you, my dear Miss Nam. Is this the reason why you're sending me here because you know Miss Yuki will kill me? I hope it's not. Don't use me as bait for her to leave the company. “Miss Yuki…” “Tell me the truth, Mr. Owen… otherwise I’ll gauge your heart as a reference… as proof to the readers that a heart can still beat outside the human body. Right?” I need to answer her. She is really scary. She is literally a psycho. Why do some writers end up like this?

The characters I created here will always hold a particular place in my heart because I based their traits on people I know (just cut out Santi and the other villains’ characters in the picture! I also get inspiration for writing this from crime documentaries I watch; Santi's character is based on a real serial killer, whom I would not name. Santi, Julius, and Debbie will also remain in my heart, since when I was writing and developing their character traits, I worked hard to give them depth and put so many words to comprehend how they came to be that way. But I also made it obvious in my novel that no matter what their history is, if they do anything wrong, they must accept responsibility f