Disgaea Killia Novels & Stories

They all looked at each other. Wrath muttered, “Awaken? Lady, he was literally under a cloak five minutes ago—” "Silence," Lucifer snapped without turning toward him. Khaillia's hands clenched. “I saw you,” she choked out, pointing weakly at Kaelen. “In my visions. Again and again! You… you killed my son—” Her voice cracked. “—You murdered Saillus with the Moon Sword. You slaughtered Allistair. You burned the Green Fall Pack to ash.”

Killian looked around, his gaze searching, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I was furious when Ophelia mentioned death everywhere. I knew Ophelia wanted to manipulate Killian into not allowing Lillian to stay in the pack. I was stunned when Ophelia mentioned her, too, speaking about how rogues killed her husband. “Mother, there is no death here,” Killian said, his voice calm but firm. “They are,” Ophelia insisted, pointing at the car where Lillian lay. Killian turned to see for himself, surprise flashing across his face as he realised they were outside.

'Two can keep a secret if one is dead, which he will be' Gerzi reminds me. "I knew you were hiding something all along, " Killian takes over his body once more beaming as if I've given him a gift. "A f**king Alpha. You're an Alpha. " He snickers, shaking his head at me. "This will only makes the fight sweeter. " I stretch my claws with one thought in mind as he shifted and launched towards me. For Leila. I lift myself from Killian's mangled body sometimes later, blood draining from my mouth and claws, torso soaked and senses clouded. I don't regret killing the nasty little bastard, he had it coming.

As he flew back, he threw out three spikes of energy, just like spears, that flew towards Kiora who managed to miss two of them, the third hitting her left shoulder. Kiora roared out in anger and pain, her shoulder now burnt and oozing with rotten flesh and blood. Using her fae power, Lily and Kiora created their own energy blast, a mix of white and blue, sparks hovering around their fingers before blasting it out to Goine who deflected most of it. Knowing she was growing weak, Kiora knew that the time was near for the next phase; a phase her uncle didn’t know about. That Lily had to die so her daughter could live because if Lily lived, then Gemma would in fact die. But she wanted to take th

"I had no idea! Eric, you never told us your wife was so beautiful!" Lisa's smile looked like it was carved from stone. The businessman chatted for a few more minutes before moving on. As soon as he left, Eric grabbed Nyla's elbow and pulled her aside roughly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed. "Why are you really here?" You want to know why I am here? Nyla thought. Because I died. Because you and that snake Lisa murdered me and smiled while I bled out. Because I came back from death itself to make sure you pay for every single thing you did to me.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

His hoarse voice echoed through the dark: “Evelyn is mine! William—you’re nothing!” But this time, no one turned to listen. Clara, exposed as Ravenclaw’s spy, was dragged to the legendary prison deep in the forest. In front of the whole tribe she knelt on the ground, screaming without shame, “Power is everything! You’ll all be replaced!” Not long after, the Elder’s strength began to fade. In his final days, he laid his hand on William’s shoulder and spoke heavily.

“One more time. Please.” Staying here meant losing myself to him completely when he could just sell me again. He could kill me and not think twice about it. I had known since the moment he first took me from De Luca, deep down, that Killian would be the death of me, somehow, someway. The old Sera was already dead. The new Sera wanted to fight for her life but didn’t know how. Pulling myself up off the ground, I clutched the wall with all the strength I had left and climbed for that single shred of life I thought I might have left.

They all stare at her as she snarled at the water. “So, now she will be weak, but not dead,” she said to Kian. “Yes, but let’s plan carefully. She can heal immediately; she is out of the water,” he replied, looking at Alma, who was hissing in the water. “Okay, is everyone ready?” she asked. “Yes,” Lillian answered, a sword in her hand, as she would be the one to kill her. Octavia broke all the windows, the glass shattering loudly on the floor.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.