Billy Deadly Class Novels & Stories

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

"The father of the pup in my arms is the Alpha of the Blackrock pack. I need your help." "Look," I whispered into Felix's ear. "It's Faith." Felix remained helpless and unresponsive as drool leaked from the corners of his lips. Faith was momentarily stunned when she noticed us. She then lunged at us with a crazed expression. "Wendy, you bitch!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Long time no see, Faith," I said as I looked at her calmly. "I thought you would be dead by now. I didn't expect you to survive for so long."

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

Wishing , for death to be better than this. ....... Silas's pov Everything seemed perfect, all plans in action. Yet, there was an uneasiness in my chest. A weird feeling that filled me with dread. I try to ignore it successfully once again, to turn to my Beta Neil. As he showed me a map and exact location from where the bloodhounds were entering. It was the northern border as expected. And all out forces were ready for it. Waiting for their arrival, followed by my orders. 15 minutes at most

whatever the conclusion was, I was going to respect it and allow him do what he wanted to. "Okay, here's the thing. Billy owns a bunch of assassin. That's what his company is about. He picks up young boys and girls from the street or he buys them off from some traders and then he trains them to become assassins working under him. He doesn't pay them well but he does give them food and drink everyday and he believes that enough pay for them."

=== Class A - Suite Room, Library access Class B - Studio Apartment, Private dojo, Shooting range Class C - Deluxe Room, Advanced gym, Games room Class D - Standard room, Laundromat, Pool Class E - Basic room, Cafeteria, Garden, Basic gym === Everyone looked at the locations and compared rankings. It was a little unfair for those in the higher tiers. === Class A - Death Princess & Seer Class B - Death Princess & Seer (Double up) Class C - Match Class D - Gambler, Controlled Berserker & Two Shots Class E - Zen, Faceless, Oriole, Impenetrable Shield, Tracer & Scorpion

Felix quickly blocked his path and asked, "What the hell, Billy?" Billy snapped back, "Damn it, Felix! You told me it was Necrobound, but it's actually a Skybound Revenant! Do you have any idea how different they are? I'm not ready to die, and I definitely don't want to die in the arms of a Skybound Revenant." Xena and Alistair were overjoyed. Clearly, Billy knew what he was talking about—he'd figured out the culprit was a Skybound Revenant just from looking at the corpses. He was definitely an expert.

There are always the bad seeds who make it more difficult for everyone else. With keen eyes and the help of the light from a full moon, Billy watched two young men and an older gentleman exited the hearse. The car itself had been customized with expensive rims and a hot rod paint job. The men opened the back door of the hearse and pulled automatic rifles from within. Then each strapped a sword to his back. There was no doubt in Billy’s mind that the blades and bullets were made of silver. “This is suicide,” Billy whispered. Lazlo looked over with hatred in his eyes. “It’s not. We outnumber them. And if we stick to the plan, they’ll split up and we can take them out easily. These motherfucker

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Snapping out of their trances, Gavin and his group were back in high spirits. “Hear that, loser? Billy called his people at the martial arts school. They are all his father’s students. You’re done for.” “Kneel on the broken glass and beg for forgiveness. Maybe Billy might show you mercy.” “It’s pointless to beg and plead now. You’re dead meat for pissing Billy off.” The group sneered and looked at Kaze like he was a dead man. With Billy out for blood, Rose became terrified and tugged on Kaze. “You should leave, Kaze. Just leave us.”