Elite 4 Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

Eli let out a slow breath. “Easily?” he repeated. “So it can be undone?” Kieran’s expression didn’t change. “There are consequences.” Eli gave a short, humorless laugh. “There are already consequences. People are trying to kill me.” “They’re not just people,” Kieran corrected. Eli waved that off. “That’s not the point!” His voice echoed slightly through the trees before he forced himself to lower it. “…I don’t want this,” he said again, quieter now.

Joseph had the fire, Barrel had lightning, Nilam had gold, and Gheea had wind. All four of them formed sharp weapons from their respective elements and attacked me together. The explosions they created were far more powerful than what I had created with my powers. The previously clear and cloudless night sky was now covered in mist and gloom due to the intensity of those explosions. The atmosphere began to fill with imitation clouds, a combination of Barrel's lightning element and Gheea's wind element. "It seems like we succeeded." "Yes, the damn Omega is quiet and not fighting back." "Did we kill her? What about our plan to make her a captive?"

“So what were they like?” “I don’t know. Weird but surprisingly a bit normal. There’s one of them that likes you.” I said casually as Lila choked on her granola and I tapped her back gently. “Are you ok?” I asked as she shook her head and froze for a second, her eyes widening in shock. “What did you just say?” She asked, blinking rapidly as she clenched her bag strap slung on her shoulders. “Oh, Elliot Kane. I think he’s a wide receiver. Number 4, the cocky one with black hair and brown eyes that see—”

But she didn’t understand something crucial. She was still his. And soon, she would realize it. His phone buzzed. A message. Elena: Enjoy your win, Killian. It’ll be your last. Killian smirked. Oh, sweetheart. The real game hadn’t even started yet. To Be Continued…

“It used to run and power the entire city but since it’s a non-renewable source, the forefathers opted to seek other options and keep the Graniestron alive. You see, each particle of it could operate a machine for a maximum of a hundred years, but once it dies it could never be put back in the block and be revived. Basically, the whole block is a giant battery made up of tiny pieces of battery that perish once you take it out of the system” “So what powers the entire Elite now?” “Well, Sapient came up with a bunch of ways, eighty percent is powered by solar energy, twenty percent comes from the Gran and the five percent comes from Sapient’s new technology called Aerless, which uses the carb

"Can't we just kill him?" Cassius asked for like the fifth time since they'd started this conversation, earning him yet another panicked look from, the now bound and gagged, Brad. "No!" Izzie and Jake chorused, pacing past each other in front of the chair that held Brad. The two of them were racking their brains as hard as they could to try and think of a way out of this. Killing Brad wasn't an option, it was always big news if an Elite was killed in action and there would be an extensive investigation into his death. Elites were the best of the best so for one of them to fall during service, it always warranted extra attention which meant that inevitably at least one if not all three of the

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

"You've lost too much weight in that place. You'd better come to the wedding and eat something nutritious. At least you deserve it." Realization cut through Killian like a knife. His eyes shifted back from Jack Moore to Cassandra. She couldn't look at him. It wasn't guilt and neither was it remorse. It was a clinical detachment. His presence was making her... inconvenient. "I see it clicked now." Jack nodded, smirking like he played it well. "The accident was planned to remove you. I wasn't dead— stayed away from the public for just a month. Private Penthouse—" He paused, circling Killian like a predator taunting a battered prey.

He said and as he made to walk away Killian held him back tightly by his arm. "Repeat what you just said!" He whispered, his voice calm but the look in his eyes the exact opposite. Killian's grip tightened on Eli's arm as he stared him down with an intense gaze. "Repeat what you just said," he whispered, his voice calm but filled with an underlying threat. Eli swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Killian's anger bearing down on him. He hesitated for a moment before mustering up enough courage to speak. "I... I said that being allied with you will lead us to doom," he muttered, his voice lacking the earlier bravado.

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”