Badut Killer Novels & Stories

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Within one week, according to Mario's plan, there were already two hundred hunters complete with the ammunition hiding in the thatch field. Mario plans to attack this pack, he will attack with the help of his hunters, rouge, and his pack. The werewolves would attack from the outside… while the hunters would shoot them with poisonous silver bullets from the inside. A clever plan, minus .... improper execution, because he chose the wrong person. Badona, his name is Badona, a twenty-seven-year-old man who has worked as a werewolf exterminator for ten years. His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid?

Sean just glanced disinterestedly. “What's more?” “Adam didn't do it all himself, he hired a very famous assassin in the dark world, Sour.” Sour. Sean had heard that name before. Sour is a genius assassin with a psychopathic mind who is very cruel and maniac. He kills his victims with a very mature calculation and can be very cruel at times. Until now, no one knew the real figure of the killer. “Sour is famous for never failing. He will become obsessed with his victim if he can't kill them. And now, he will definitely chase you, you have to be careful because until now we don't know who he is.”

That bastard will age like fine wine instead of the rotten milk he is. No, James Sullivan Junior can’t be my stepbrother. It’s a trap, a death sentence and my mother is the one brandishing the knife against my throat. “Addie, um…this is James. I know you said you didn’t know him earlier but surely you recognize him from school.” My mum says carefully. “Hi, kid. I don’t want to jump the gun here on the off chance that you don’t recognize me. But, like your mother said, I am James Sullivan and I have collaborated with Nexus High since its inception.”

He was a drug lord and he was trafficking girls, and I knew that Alicia wasn’t safe around him. The thought of what he could have done to her made my skin crawl. I felt sick and so lost at the same time. What was Alicia doing in Bogotá? I had no answers to all the questions that I had. I was so mad and the only thing that I wanted at that moment was to put a bullet in his head. Smash had declared a huge war and I knew that the only person who would come out alive in the war was me—killing him was now at the top of my bucket list. An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia.

"You want to know the truth about Duke? Fine. Here it is." She pulled out her phone, playing the audio she'd recorded from Connor's laptop confession—the parts where he admitted to killing his father, to framing Duke, to planning this revenge for years. The room went silent as Connor's voice filled the space, cold and calculating, detailing his crime. When it ended, Valentina looked around the room. "That's who you're listening to. A murderer who's spent seventeen years plotting revenge on his own brother. And you're letting him divide you."

Not even the breeding mare that a werewolf only claim when he’s in need of a good fuck. A Luna is a warrior, a decision-maker. Willing to sacrifice everything for her pack and territory, for peace and vengeance. Everybody might only see a couple of Rogues sneering beneath our eyes. But for me, I see a murderer—one who murdered an innocent friend. Elliot. And tonight, I shall avenge him. As the moon peeked through the branches above, casting its pale light upon the clearing, the Rogues finally spoke. “Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.”

Badar said as he bend a little to look at wounded Ryan. Sensing Mahnoor coming Badar straightened up and looked at her. Seeing Badar distracted Ryan threw dirt into his eyes as a last try to distract them and made a run for the forest to get away. He had not gotten far when a gust of wind came and knocked him down, he was then lifted by air and thrown at the feet of Badar and Mahnoor. Mahnoor got behind Ryan and asked “Any last words” “Pathetic both of you. You will never amount to anything in your pathetic life” Ryan said looking at Badar with disgust and Mahnoor twisted his neck, killing him in instant.

“I’ll even come visit your grave next year on the same day.” The archer’s expression turned colder than ice. “You should know that everyone who knew my name died, Harvey York,” he spat threateningly. “Since you want to know so badly, I’ll tell you!” “My name is Dom Moreno. I’m Nanyang’s number one killer!” Harvey’s interest was roused. “Is it really that impressive to be dubbed the number one killer in a small place like Nanyang?” “I heard your country’s being trampled on like dogs by Thailand.”

“He calls himself Pangeran Langit, Prince of the Sky.” The name hung in the air. “Two victims so far. Ki Saradipa, leader of the Red Banner Hall Clan. And Kiai Sangkrah of Blue Lotus School.” “Kiai Sangkrah? That’s impossible. He wasn’t some ordinary fighter.” “That’s precisely the problem. That means, the killer’s martial arts skill is no joke.” “Do you think there’ll be more murders?” “That’s what we need to prevent.” Jaladri narrowed his eyes.