Akame Ga Kill Run Novels & Stories

Her fingers dug deep, trying to pry the gun loose. Oscar's grip tightened, knuckles whitening. The two wrestled, arms entwined. The Nurse's jaw clenched, eyes blazing. Oscar's finger whitened on the trigger. "Stay back, you old thing," Oscar rasped at the nurse. Suddenly, The Nurse's hand jerked Oscar's wrist. The gun's muzzle swung. A deafening crack echoed. Oscar's eyes widened. He moved backwards, the gun slipping from his grasp. A crimson stain bloomed on his chest.

“I–you don’t understand, I wasn’t trying to–I didn’t want to kill him!” “Bullshit!” Rachel snarls, rushing towards me again. “You had a dagger over his body, you weak, ugly, pathetic whore of a–” I raise my hands in a meager attempt at defence, already bracing myself for the incoming pain, but then Gamma James grabs Rachel by the wrist and pulls her back. He shoots me a sharp glare, then refocuses on Rachel. “Don’t let her get under your skin,” he says. “No weak Omega maid would ever dare to assassinate the Alpha, no matter how brave she may be.”

“Or are you angry about the push? Victoria, you know I would never hurt you. It was just an accident. You should forget about it. Or are you so petty that you want revenge for a mistake?” A mistake that could have taken her life. A mistake that had once left her bedridden for weeks. But this time she had woken up the very same day. Not only that, the Harrigans had arrived earlier than before. Something had clearly changed. But it did not matter what had changed. Her desire for revenge only grew stronger as she looked at Giselle’s face. There was not even a trace of guilt on it. But that did not matter now.

And because he remembered what had happened, the feelings he had before losing consciousness returned. His heart began to race, and his head began to ache once more. Nexus began to groan in pain as he clutched his aching chest, which made Maximino even more concerned than he already was. But, unlike the first time Nexus fainted, Maximino knows exactly what to do this time. That even when he is worried, he can maintain his sanity and calm.

"You got lucky girl, he smirked" "Be warned next time..." He spoke icily and moved away from me. He looked at me from head to toe like some cheap commodity before going after Dave and george who were leaving already. I released a breath i never knew i was holding. Oh oh! That was closed i whispered to myself. I turned immediately and took to my heels. I ran and didn't stop until i mistakenly bumped into someone. Oh shit! "Am sorry. I said without delay. " where the hell are you running to?" Kelly voiced asked me. I raised my head up high immediately and wide my eyes as i stared at her. I felt like punching her right on her cute face.

"Atonement score reaches 100%." The system's voice was as cold as always, but it carried a faint, barely noticeable trace of panic. "Congratulations on clearing the game, Player 26. You may make one wish." I lowered my gaze and pulled the sword free. King Ragnar's body went limp while his eyes stayed on me, like he still couldn't understand. Touching his cheek, I softly murmured, "This game was never about saving you. It was about killing you."

No wonder he reeked. “Father . . . Father Pow . . . I mean Kit,” he said panting, as much from panic as from the run. “There are things out there . . . in the cemetery. They’re under the ground, they come from the graves, the ones Sloman was worried about. They’re killing people, Sloman and Cundle and . . . and . . . It’s horrible, they’ve been chasing me.” “I know all about them, lad.” Jim was incredulous. “You do?”

Ezekiel, his expression smug, stood off to the side, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene with rapt attention. Octavia and Damien circled each other, their movements fluid and graceful, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Tension hung thick in the air, the pack members holding their breath in anticipation of the first strike. Suddenly, Octavia lunged forward, her movements lightning-fast, her claws slashing through the air towards Damien's throat. But Damien was ready, his own claws flashing as he parried her attack, the sound of their collision echoing through the hall. The two alphas danced across the floor, their blows ringing out with the force of thunder. Octavia's strikes w

Akam’s grin widened, and his fiery gaze locked on Marshall. Marshall’s face twisted in disbelief. “What the hell are you?” Akam took a step forward, each movement causing the room’s temperature to rise. “Someone you shouldn’t have messed with.” Marshall fired again, then again, but each shot was as useless as the first. Akam caught one shell mid-air and crushed it in his fist, the melted fragments hissing as they hit the floor. By the time Akam reached him, Marshall was visibly trembling. Akam grabbed the shotgun and twisted it, the metal screeching in protest before snapping in two.

Flynn was lying in a pool of blood, the thick, red liquid was slowly moving towards Mike’s feet. Killian’s hand didn’t move, hanging mid-air still clenching the gun. Then he turned and their eyes met. His mate said only one word. “Run. “ “I…” “I said run!” Killian shouted. Mike took a step back and then another and then broke into a run.