God Killer Book Novels & Stories

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

How it rose from being the weakest to the strongest wolf city in the world. I read and read, flipping through pages, learning that they could be killed by decapitation. I imagined Master Kaine in that famous black hat, and then I imagined ripping his head off. "Looking for ways to kill me already, little dove." I jumped, looking behind me to find Kaloyan rested against the nearest shelf and first on the column. "What are you doing here?" I hid the page from Athena's file I carried with me inside the book and slammed it shut.

All the things he told me made sense. — He's coming for you, the killer. — How do you know? — Because that's what I would do. — How could you have done that if you've never seen me? A crooked smile formed on his lips. Who said I've never seen you? Do you know who the murderer is? — Maybe. Wolves disguise themselves as sheep, pretty one. Be smart, or you'll end up being eaten. It's all a game to me. If you keep this up, you'll be dead before I finish this book.

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

“Aiden, you think this is about this life? You think I rejected you because of what you did this time?” Aiden's golden eyes widened in horror. He froze, as if struck by lightning. "You're... you're reborn, too?" he stammered. I looked at him, the man who was once my entire world. Now he was a pathetic wreck on a street corner. And I suddenly felt nothing. "Aiden," I said his name one last time. My voice held no hatred, only a dead, hollow calm. “In our last life, your son with Cora murdered me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. Don't you see, Aiden? With or without me, you are the architect of your own ruin. That was always your fate.”

His eyes were bloodshot, tear tracks streaking his face as he lurched toward me. "Evelyn! Look what you've done!" With that furious shout, he slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood. Gabriel's mother, Patricia Wilkinson, collapsed to the ground, sobbing hysterically. "Oh God, this is terrible! I told you not to mess with the gas lines during the renovation, but you wouldn't listen! Now look what happened! You've killed people!" Camera flashes exploded around me as reporters shoved microphones in my face.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I said. "On it," Grant replied obediently. "Piss Licker, you and Derek stay on my tail, but stay out of sight. I'm gonna confront this asshole." I instructed. "If he tries anything, kill him." "Okay." Derek and Piss Licker said in unison. "He's coming our way. You should be able to meet up with him in five min—" "Damn." Piss Licker said. "We got zombies on our left." I glanced over to our side, and there were three zombies headed our way. Two women and one little boy. Damn. I hated killing kids even if they were already dead, but I was the leader, so I always took on the hardest shit.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th