Forsaken Killer Novels & Stories

“My father told me stories. Stories of the first darkness. Of a king who refused the gods and claimed the Void as his own.” My heartbeat stuttered. Killian continued, voice low: “Lord Varakar. The Forsaken One.” The world tilted under my feet. “Varakar is a myth,” I whispered. “A story told to frighten children.” Killian shook his head. “No. He was real. A tyrant. A warlock-king older than the pack lines. They said he was banished into the abyss when he tried to absorb all magic into himself and become God of all.”

Sabrina smiled gently opposite them with a hint of an apology in her smile, “The moment I woke up, I noticed Aino wasn’t beside me. I was worried, and then you called me, so I thought the three of us and Kingston could have dinner together. I didn’t pay much attention to my clothes, so I…I came without changing.” “You’re beautiful.” The man complimented his wife readily. “Extremely beautiful!” The little girl complimented her mother too. Mary sat on the floor, numb and silent. She had never seen Sebastian in person, but she heard of his personality. Sebastian Ford of South City, a numb, cold-blooded killer who killed in an instant.

You choose to discard me as though I never counted. His face contorted. Lora, I had no idea you were expecting. I did not— I said that would not have altered anything. Would it? He glanced down, and that was all the response I required. Revan moved ahead. "You heard her." Go now. Jordan's hands tightened into fists. She remains in my pack. "Not any more," I said, quietly and steadily. I refuse you, Jordan Ashfall. My Alpha. As my partner. In any capacity.

"You should not be near me. I am a killer. First, I killed my mother and then that girl. I don't deserve to live." His words were still slurring but Linda managed to understand him. She was right. He heard only a part of the conversation. She should feel relieved but was unable to. The secret that she wanted to bury deep in her heart was already out. Moreover, what girl was he talking about? Was she connected with Daniel's nightmare? Several thoughts popped up in Linda's mind. "I turned out to be an illegitimate son. My mother turned out to be a cheater. My real father never wanted to see my face and my mother's husband never accepted me. He abandoned me. I was left like an orphan."

You'll be his lovely little bride by tomorrow night. Lucian Blackwood. The name itself was enough to bring my heartbeat to a screeching halt. Of course, I knew, just like everybody else, that something or two was said about the Alpha of Silverfang: brutal, ruthless, and feared by everyone. Stories of ruling with an iron fist, taking what he wanted, destroying anything and everything in his path, still swirled in my head. I shook my head, drawing back from Darius. "No. No, I won't do it. You can't force me into this."

"Then three months ago, the *Times* article. Your photo. Your name. Your story. I knew it was you immediately. You look exactly like Mom." I touched my face unconsciously. "I do not remember her. I do not remember any of this. The foster system told me my parents died in a car accident." "They lied. Or the paperwork was wrong. Or Dad told them that to make it easier." Katherine's voice turned bitter. "He is dead now. Heart attack five years ago. Died without ever trying to fix what he broke. Without ever trying to find you." The weight of that settled over me. My father was dead. A man I did not remember. A man who had given me away and never looked back.

I order my men and walk forward. Now, everyone has to be more careful than ever. The Guardians won't make it easy for us to get closer, let alone close enough to get the kid. I'm sure they have no idea who they are playing with. The bastards are trying to play the game I invented. They're going down- all of them. As soon as I'm done with those who kidnapped my son, I'll go to their damn tombs and burn everything down to ashes. *** Kaven pov I spit out another glob of blood. No matter how long they beat me up and torture me, I'll do anything to spite them. That's why I don't spit out my blood until it reminds me of jelly.

The seller looks at the king with terror, scared to answer. "She is nothing I've ever seen before. It took us 2 months to finally catch her, and when we did she killed 5 of my men. I don't know what she is, but keep her guarded. She is not one of us. I will take my payment now." The seller holds out his hand, shaking, waiting for the coin purse to land, glancing from the king to the door. The king looks at him and throws the purse at him. The seller left before so much as a thank you.

The scent of it is thick in my nose and heavy on my tongue. “How many did you kill?” I ask. “Not enough!” she snarls in response. “Just four. The fifth, Arlo, ran before I could sink my claws into him. The rat bastard!” It’s over. I’m officially a rogue.

he asked with a cold tone devoid of emotion and the men panicked. “NO!” the alley is filled with screams of the man as the entity punished them as its’ master's wish. “I don’t care if I am useless or not. Just this once. Just this once. Let me be useful. Let me help other people.” He said to himself as he tries to press on the wound of the vendor. The sound of the screams and the beating is conceal by the heavy rain that is befalling the city and before he could kill the men off, the butler, Krono appeared and stop him before he could kill anyone.