Eren Yeager Kill Count Novels & Stories

They’d worked together for Dallas for almost six years now, and they both knew that after a kill, they needed some decompression time. Sully gazed out the window at the stunning scenery, taking stock of how he was doing. Ferguson wasn’t even close to the first man that he’d kicked off this mortal coil, and he wasn’t even close to being the last. After almost twelve years of military service, and time all over the Middle East, and six years in personal security, Sully was no stranger to taking human life. He’d never liked it, he certainly never sought it out – but when it came time to end a life, he’d step up without hesitation and with only a little regret after. No regret this time, though.

At this point, he was already feeling extremely enraged and furious. He threw Hunter’s cell phone to the ground angrily, smashing it into pieces. After that, he ground his teeth and roared, “More than one thousand and five hundred men died just yesterday, and another one thousand men have died today? Is Zayne Carter really that useless?!” Hunter coughed twice, but he did not dare to answer.

They All gathered to discuss the person with the highest no of kills. over thousands of kills collectively, twenty six for you, thirty seven kills for three and many more. An impressive 59 and over 100 deaths give or take she said " so many deaths in one room yet one throne i said. oh,my dear heart! all this so many people and no one is Worthy.

Mary’s Church — 1 AM* Police tape. Ambulances. News vans. We parked 3 blocks out. Kieran, me, Darius, 10 warriors. Human clothes. Human faces. Rylan was asleep. Finally. Blue eyes. _Hiding_. “Gregor has the perimeter,” Darius whispered. “Cops think it’s carbon monoxide. Mass casualty. 23 dead.” “All kneeling?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Cleveland. Like they _chose_ it.” Kieran’s jaw ticked. “Where’s the girl?”

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

It wasn't easy to kill, even knowing that they weren't human any more, it was still hard to pull the trigger sometimes and even harder to live with it afterwards. She fell silent and I assumed she was debating as I pulled the trigger on a dead that got a little too close to the truck for my liking. My eyes scanned every inch of the area, every window every shadow. “Report.” Wheeler demanded. “Seven dead.” I responded, calling what I could see. “Eleven dead.” Clara followed. “Same.” “Same. Okay lets get moving again, keep it slow, keep your eyes open, more dead ahead.” Wheeler stated as the truck started moving again although still at a snails pace.

Who would dare hit Wilson—or be able to hit him—nowadays? Yeager confirmed it and showed her the video. “I don’t know what he was here for, but he chose a blind spot in surveillance, so there isn’t much captured. “I’m not too sure who did it in particular. By the time I got there, I didn’t see anyone…” Sadie nodded. “I understand. You can head back to work, Yeager.” “As you wish!” Yeager got up and left.

said Keegs as he put his hand on my shoulder then walked away. The next three hours were spent with IAB. There was plenty of video footage of the shooting from cell phones and the like. It had already been put on YouTube, was going viral. There was no fear, though, this was a good shoot. It had been my third while on the job, but my second fatal. However, to know who struck the fatal blow would take hours, and the case didn't warrant that type of investigation. He was hit ten times, as both Keegs and I fired five rounds each. We didn't miss.

100 million dollars for the entire family. By the time the shots came through both me and Robins had no idea what was happening. Still after counting to 4 I still could’t pull the trigger like I had done countlessly 700 other times before. My kill count had grown to the highest in 20 years. In 20 years, I’d killed about 35 people each year. In the first year alone, 60, the family. Lombartti. To this day no one knows who, or what cleared the entire family or why.

“Forty-two Injured.” “That’s not bad.” “One hundred seventy-six dead.” “What?!?!” I whipped my head at the number and dropped my coffee. The mug shattered as soon as it hit the floor. “Get Alpha Dane immediately on the phone.” “I cannot do that... He’s dead.” “How could this happen?” I sank down in my chair behind my desk. I caught my head in my hand as I leaned on my desk. “How many survivors in total?”