Novelas y relatos de Akeme Ga Kill

This woman's trying to abort me? [Idiot! I have the system's Pregnancy Shield—if she tries to get rid of me, she'll die first!] [She better not ruin my chance to become the top-ranked baby in the Ultimate Family Mission!] Ultimate Family Mission? It was a mission made for underage players, where you were judged on how well you could build a perfect family. So he wanted to kill me… just so Ethan Kingsley and his real mom could be together again? A mix of anger and helplessness washed over me.

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

“Fine then. Teach me to do things correctly when you get there.” “Bang!” “Arggggggghhhhh! Kieran,you killed them!”

By now, Akim was barely standing, blood dripping from his nose, fear widening his eyes. "Keegan—nephew—listen to me, I—" His voice cracked into a sob. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have—God, just don't kill me, please—please—" Keegan stared at him, chest rising and falling like a beast barely caged. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not worth the blood on my hands." He muttered, then he released him. Akim collapsed to the floor in a heap, cradling his face and trembling like a grown man reduced to a sniveling wreck.

Amara’s POV The immediate aftermath of the second brutal clash was a stark reflection of the first, yet it carried a heavier weight of weariness, a more profound sense of the enduring cost of survival. The remnants of Kaelen’s pack, their ranks decimated and their spirit broken, scattered into the inky blackness of the night, their mournful howls fading into the distance like the dying echoes of a nightmare. The clearing, twice stained crimson, lay silent once more, a tableau of broken branches and upturned earth, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the weary victors and the soft, mournful sighing of the wind through the blood-soaked leaves.

I looked at him with confusion, but only to see blood coming out of his mouth then he dropped to the floor. "Stupid." Someone said behind me, making me jump. my eyes connected to Ace's cold ones. "what are you doing here?" I asked quietly still looking around. only to realize that Ace killed this person. "you. you killed them." I whispered while taking steps away from him. Ace's expression remained stoic as he approached, wiping his hands with a cloth. "They were a threat. I told you to stay out of trouble, but you never listen," he remarked coldly.

Akira's hand tightened on the dagger, and she raised it, ready to stab Kaida. "Now," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Now, Akira. Kill her." Akira's eyes locked on Kaida, and she took a step closer. "Akira, don't!" The fake Kaida screamed, but Akira didn't listen. With a swift and precise, deadly motion, Akira pushed the dagger into Kaida's heart. Kaida's eyes widened in shock, and she fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Akira stood over her, the dagger still in her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.

Amber said fearing for her safety and that of Alek,she couldn't waste more time or he was going to die. "Well hand him over so that I can see for myself," Mikhaila said, cocking her head to the side and staring at her weirdly. "Uh,I think you should take your time and process your father's death," Amber said, applying even more pressure to Aleks wound as she prayed in her heart that somebody finds them on time. "I killed him,there's nothing to process,hand him over to me now!" Mikhaila screamed, stretching her hand. Amber glanced at Alek very quickly as she moved her hand towards his gun. When it was secured in her hand and well hidden, she looked up at Mikhaila.

Kella says. “Avery and Amir didn’t mention anything like that,” he says as we walk to the door. “I’ll go first,” he says, reaching for the door. “Drake…” He turns and looks at me. “I’m already dead, my mates. You are not. I will go first.” I roll my eyes but he’s inside before I’m done. I rush in behind him, stepping up beside him. “That kitchen doesn’t smell like anything I’ve ever smelled before,” I say, my nose wrinkling.

Maybe Satan himself might welcome him with a parade. But it is in no way the case right now. Well maybe when he was in his sixties, even though he seriously doubted he'd live to be that old. Akim wipes the spatter of blood that sprayed into his face as he ripped the blade out of the flesh of the guy he had just killed and murmurs to himself with the amusements of this thought. He turn around his gaze over the place, rain of bullets came whizzing past him and he instantly rolled into his back, hiding behind the large concreted pillar, covering the top of his head from the falling bits of debris.