Emma Walker Killer Novels & Stories

"I think she knew you before. I saw your photo in her den once. From years ago. Way before you worked for her." My blood froze. "What photo?" "You were younger, maybe twenty? She had it in a book." Old Zhang's words hit like a bomb. My device rang. Gang Wolf's name flashed. "Caleb," Gang Wolf sounded urgent. "Emma tried to kill herself an hour ago. She's at the Pack Healer's Ward. She's asking for you." The device almost slipped. "What happened?" "Cut her wrists. Aaron found her. She left a note with your name." Gang Wolf paused. "Are you coming?"

My chest tightened at the thought of him–Tyler Adams, the Beta of the Shadow Hunters Pack, who escaped with the Alpha’s, Derek Lysarian, daughter, Zelda Lysarian, the night we slaughtered their whole pack in retaliation for my father’s, Sebastian Velric Thorne, murder. Eldric’s pace quickened as he grew restless, “She’s out there, Maddox,” he said lowly. “And the blood of Derek Lysarian runs through her veins. That kind of legacy festers. Who knows, Tyler and Zelda are now raising an army against us?”

“I need to think. I need to clear my head.” He didn’t stop me. He didn’t say a word. My heart was still pounding. My mind kept replaying the man’s scream—the sound of his bones snapping, the blood spilling across the floor. I rushed into the bathroom and threw up. No, Damon didn’t scare me. He disgusted me. But he would soon know heartbreak—the kind that burns and breaks your soul. I already knew my killer. Jessica Williams. And Damon was already hunting her. My plan had begun.

"Emma, don't say that, you were forced, you didn't know." "I still killed them," She shot out, shaking her head furiously, "I killed an innocent woman and her...her baby." She pressed a hand against her chest, "I killed an innocent baby." "You wanna talk about monsters, Nikolas," A lone tear escaped her eye and scrolled down, "I am no better than Isaac, I am a monster too." ***************** Emma's words should've kept me away, instead, they sent me back here again, back where I am not supposed to be. I checked the time to see it very late but I still found myself knocking on her house and hoping she is awake.

Emma asked, maybe her mother was right and the person who killed her dad must have worn the mask as well. “It's always hidden at the cabin and only Eva knows were its hiding,” he said and they both glared at each other, it was the organization. They must have sent someone to do this, but who was this someone? “Emma, how much do you trust Alex?” he asked and her brow furrowed, she had her doubts about Alex but it was not confirmed. Alex has always been a kind person, so he couldn’t do such a thing. Emma pondered Caleb's question about Alex. She had her doubts, but she couldn't jump to conclusions without solid evidence. Alex had always been kind and supportive, and he seemed genuinely devasta

She slid it under her leg where Jen couldn't see it, her fingers moving quickly. "Sit up," Jen demanded. "I want to get this over with. You're interfering with my session at the Ranch." Emma looked up just in time to see Jen hand McWhorter a length of rope. He unrolled a length of it and tossed an end over the tree branch above Emma's head. "Were you there?" she asked suddenly. "Were you there when she killed Tommy?" McWhorter glanced at her, a horrified look in his eyes. "Of course not," Jen said. "Do you really think he would have let me in the house if he had seen this big oaf with me?"

Walker looked down at Emma, then at his son. “If I would have known that all it took for you to show some fucking balls was to let a whore smash you in the head, I would have arranged it years ago,” Walker said with a dark chuckle. “I find myself almost impressed. But just almost. She is yours to punish as you please. It’s your reward for finally showing what I have been waiting for since I found you,” he continued, pushing Emma straight into his son’s chest. Jacob grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her upstairs. Emma knew this was it. She had almost used up all her energy on trying to get away. She wouldn’t get a second chance. They were almost at the top of the stair when there wa

She tried to ignore it, but the fear crawled under her skin like an unwelcome guest. Emma glanced over her shoulder. Nothing. The hallway was mostly empty, students rushing to their next class, chatting, laughing. Everything looked normal, yet she couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. “You’re overthinking, Emma,” she muttered to herself. But werewolves existed. Rogues existed. And now, something else was lurking in the darkness, something she didn’t understand.. Ryker had been more overbearing than ever. Wherever she went, he was there leaning casually against a wall, standing at a distance, pretending to be uninterested but always watching.

But my hands are covered in blood and the keypad flashes red every time I touch it. I wake up shaking. Emma’s already awake, knife in hand, crouched by the door. I whisper, “What is it?” She holds a finger to her lips and gestures toward the window. A red laser dot dances across the floor. My breath catches. Emma lunges, grabs me by the arm, and yanks me into the crawl space beneath the cabin floor. We squeeze in just as the first bullet shatters the kitchen window. Katherine starts to cry. “Shh, baby, shh,” I whisper, curling my body around hers.

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.