Danganronpa Killer Killer Novels & Stories

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

"Your maths teacher.... he was one of us and you killed him. So, we decided to kill you. But, we changed our mind and decided to make you our weapon. Within the past couple of years you spent in the mad house, we have been grooming you for the moment when you would be turned. We planned everything right up till this moment" Angry tears fills my eyes and Dale grips my hair and tugs my head backwards. "What do you want from me?" I demand through gritted teeth. "We have a mission for you and it is to get rid of Danika Simmons" the female states and I freeze. "What?" "Her father has been working with our long time enemy. That's all you need to know" I let out a strangled gasp when I'm suddenly i

When one of them noticed that it was Zatima and Niko, they let them passed and two killers were with them. Niko acted well, the two fighters were also talking at his back. "He is Niko Darklin, Arial Killer ranked 5," one of them said. Zatima kept silent while they all listen. "I'm glad master had finally caught him, I heard he recieved a death order tonight," another killer said. Zatima let out a cough sign. The two might have noticed that sge was listening to their gossiping so they had to shut their mouth. As soon as they walked in the elevator. Niko removed his tie and knocked out the two killers who were with them.

" I quizzed, desperate to find a way to reassure her. After a small moment, her voice pushed through from the speakers again, "The one with the weird name who looked like he murders people for a living?" Well, that description certainly didn't help. It settled with her for a while before a strained gasp escaped her throat, "Ishtar! Don't tell me he's the-" "Yes," I confirmed, "But listen…" I went ahead to explain everything that had happened between Damian and me, including the compromising situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I didn't mention the part about Minerva, not yet.

[Seraphine’s POV] Rage burned within me as I confronted Dorian, the source of my anguish and the architect of our torment. He stood there, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, a cruel reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon us. The scars of his past atrocities marred his features, a testament to the darkness that resided within his soul. "Dorian," I hissed his name, my voice laced with a lethal combination of anger and sorrow. "You think you can destroy us, manipulate time to suit your sinister desires? You've taken Cassian from me twice, but I won't let you succeed again."

Zane walked towards Aiden and looked straight into his eyes. “Why my mate is inclined towards you,” Zane asked in a serious tone. “Alpha, she is my Luna and I respect her,” Aiden said bowing her head down. Zane smirked and turned around and looked at Elena. “He is my loyal beta and he will not help you in escaping my wrath,” Zane said with a victorious smile on his lips. Elena raised her head and looked at Aiden with vulnerability.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

"Then I heard the infamous Slater wanted me of all people to work for him." I slid a sheet of paper over to him, watching as his eyes dropped to it before falling onto the bracelet on my wrist. He had a single mission. A plan devised by 'Detective Rhee' to get him to remember his old life. I genuinely didn't care whether he did or didn't but she was too stubborn. His mission was to kill Frank Parker, the roommate of his ex-girlfriend. She didn't agree to any killing but Parker needed to go. She hoped that upon seeing his ex, he'd remember her and his life would go back to normal. She obviously watched too much television.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

Ronan was standing nearby, watching me, his expression unreadable. I turned to Kael, my voice steady. "He didn't lie. Every death you've been investigating, I was the killer. Kelvin, the representative from Israel that came for the nuclear weapon you wanted to talk about—I knew I couldn't let you have that power, so I killed him. It started from him. And it has continued and continued and continued. And it would have ended with your head. But somehow, this fool—" I turned to Ronan, waving the gun toward him, "—tried to ruin my plan. Tried to take my victory away from me." I turned the gun back toward Kael. "But it hasn't ended. It will never end. Not until you leave this world by my hands."