Elite 4 Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

"Kill it... even if it kills me." Elara looked at her mate, the man she had spent five years hating and the last few weeks learning to love again. If she cut the Grid now, the magical backlash would wipe out the nervous systems of every Alpha connected to it. If she did nothing, the shifter race would become Liora's mindless army. She stood up, her black-stained fingertips starting to smoke. "I'm not killing the Grid, Kael," Elara said, her voice dropping to a dangerously calm tone. "I'm infecting it."

The very token that once proved my love had now become the ultimate proof that Elena was a traitor. "Alpha, you really need to think about it," Layla pressed, her words cutting straight to his core. "Ever since Elena arrived, the conflict between you and Sheilah has only gotten worse. Elena is a common she-wolf with no background and no special talents. Why did she make you lose your sanity like that?" Killian kept his face covered. "I understand. Leave me." Once Layla left, Killian slowly stood up and walked over to a cabinet. Inside was my phone, which he had locked away after bringing it back. He tried entering my birthday, but the screen flashed an error. After a brief pause, he typed in

“Really? You honestly think I would kill my own fiancée?” She met his eyes steadily. “All I know is that Lucas might be many things, but he would never kill anyone. Do you get that?” Kael’s expression hardened immediately, pure anger flashing across his face as his body tensed. “Are you trying to compare me to Lucas?” he demanded, his voice sharp with fury. “No,” Elara shot back without hesitation, her tone cutting through the tension. “I’m not comparing you to Lucas at all. There is no comparison here. It’s obvious. Lucas is a hundred percent better than you.”

[Looks like the supporting female lead, Jessie Love, got lucky and passed the first stage, but the top scorer is destined to be the female lead, Rachel Sharp. Jessie's just a side character. She surely can't pass through the second stage.] [What a pity! If only Jessie's results were a little worse, she wouldn't have been written into a certain-death ending.] [Dude, there's nothing to pity. If Jessie doesn't die, how could Rachel be the top scorer? If Rachel doesn't become the top scorer, how will she overcome the obstacles from the family of the male lead, Timothy Handler, and end up with him?]

The water was chest-high and rising fast when the elite guard struck. Damien shoved Mia and Hope behind a collapsing structural beam as the first shadow moved through the flooded corridor like death itself. Unlike the regular soldiers, this one moved with unnatural silence, eyes burning a colder, sharper gold. “Elite unit Alpha,” Elena warned through the crackling comms. “Victor’s personal killers. They’re faster, stronger, and their powers are fully matured.” The lead guard appeared first — tall, masked, body wrapped in sleek black tactical gear that shimmered with energy. He raised one hand and the water around him froze into deadly spikes.

ELISHA : I know you all are still sad over the fact that Eliza is not here with us but right now we have something really important to talk about ARIA : What’s that ??...( she asks with others showing little interest) ELISHA : Who got the highest number of kills of course, I think I won There was silence for a while as the other apostles don’t respond immediately but keep to the moody atmosphere for a few seconds before the ice is broken CALEB : Don’t kid yourself bro, I’m clearly the one who won

Damn it! @Death Wish

But standing completely alone at the front of the room, holding the heavy military grade detonator, Elias Sterling was smiling. "Welcome to your tomb, little brother," Elias sneered, his aristocratic Russian accent dripping with pure, toxic arrogance. "Victoria sends her regards. The moment I press this switch, the structural pillars will completely vaporize. The ceiling comes down, the high council dies, and you take the blame. The American King, buried in his own explosive hubris." Fifty seconds. Lucian didn't look at the timer. The apocalyptic predator violently rejected the fear. He didn't care about the C4, and he didn't care about the European elites. He only cared about the breathtaki

This asshole really sees this as a game, don't they? 'Please agree to watching this video, that way it will be all your fault!' Popped up next, before a button showed up on screen saying 'I have acknowledged my own murderous intent' written on it. The text itself made me feel sick, but I pressed it, eager to learn what the hell was on this pad. … "Miss Aka Nishinzu." Spoke a voice, sounding like an even more distorted version of the Loudspeakers' one, "This video is for the eyes of the Ultimate Literary Prodigy only."