Don't Lose Your Way Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

"Do it Eyshana....do it...end him...end everything, your pain, your misery....shoot him Eyshana....SHOOT HIM...KILL HIM....END HIM EYSHANA.....KILL HIM" BANG!!!!!!

“One life for one life.” Killian’s grip tightened around my arm. “You take one more step toward her,” he warned lowly, “and there is no coming back from it.” The sea roared back to life suddenly, the illusion wavering for just a split second. I reached into the pouch at my belt and flung a fistful of finely crushed charcoal straight into Killian’s eyes before he could anticipate the move. The dark powder exploded across his vision, and he staggered backward, momentarily blinded as he tried to wave the grit away.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

"You just started noticing." Before I could ask another question, Instructor Kael entered. The room straightened instantly. He wrote three words across the board. Power. Loyalty. Choice. “Uh-uh… I thought the class was over,” I murmured. "No wolf survives alone." His voice echoed through the room. "But choosing the wrong ally..." He turned toward us. "...can kill you faster than choosing the wrong enemy." Something about the sentence made the card inside my pocket feel heavier. The lesson passed in a blur. Every example somehow reminded me of Adrian; it sounded like it had been written for me.

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

A shiver ran through me… It was the system! A surge of excitement flooded my heart as the voice continued. [Do you want to end the mission and leave this world?] "Leave and go back to that place? And let those two scum stay happy? "Over my dead body." I sneered. "System, show me everything you've got!" I picked everything I needed. Suddenly, a sharp, tearing pain ripped through my belly. [Finally! I'm coming into the world! Mom and Dad, here I come!]

Trained. He’s done this before. Another shot split the air. It tore through the wall two feet from her face. Aria crawled behind the heavy oak bookshelf, breathing hard, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. Killian fired twice out the window fast, controlled, a rhythm that said don’t get closer. “I thought this place was off-grid!” Aria shouted. “It was.” He ducked behind a kitchen counter, grabbed a burner phone, smashed it underfoot. “You led them here?”

Blood spread across the marble tiles, slow and dark, like an offering. I lowered the gun and took a slow breath. My hand didn’t shake, it doesn't anymore. The room was quiet now, quiet enough to hear the hum of the security camera above. I turned toward it, tilted my head, lifting my gaze, and stared directly into the lens. Let them see, Let them all see what's coming for them. I walked over to the oak desk, placed the pistol down with care, and reached into my clutch for a single red playing card. The Queen of Hearts.I tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket. My signature, actually it's a game I love playing with their minds, let them worry and think of who's next. Let them wonder in

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”