God Killer Book Novels & Stories

I grabbed my chest because that thing seemed to be pulling me. I got this feeling that I should stay away from that thing. But why? Why am I afraid of something I just saw? It's like an omen. So I was surprised when there was black smoke on my side. I quickly got away from it and the black smoke formed a figure that I had seen before. It's Death. It's here to threaten me to take my life again. I can see its sharp harvest. The skull face makes it even worse. I was about to run but suddenly a golden light surrounded me. It's a pentagram with unreadable letters and shapes appeared.

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

I gave her a grateful grin, knowing that there are still nice people in the world. Back to the youngster I ran into; I was surely that he wasn't human, perhaps an elf like me, but more likely some deity mocking me. I gave him a wary look before turning my attention to the book he was carrying in his hand. The book was fairly ancient, and the outer cover appeared to have been covered with a thick coating of dust, obscuring the text printed on it. If I recall properly, I had seen this book, the book that made me live forever in this dreadful everlasting existence. "His name is not in the death book," Hades approached a god of death on a mission, telling him. "What we do to him is make him live

I looked down at the book in my hands and opened to a random page, hoping the gruesome details would help me gain control of my body. "Do you have a favorite?" Her voice came from the direction of the doorway. I hadn't even heard it open. Surprisingly, I found the subject interesting, and the psychology behind it was fascinating. I'd already read about some guy and his murder castle, a real-life killer clown, and a black widow that killed any man that came near her. "My favorite is Dennis Rader." "Your favorite?" I asked in confusion. Surely, she couldn't mean her favorite serial killer, that was just creepy.

She was gone, again the darkness had taken from him. There was no hint of remorse or sorrow across his face, only laser like focus of one hungry for vengeance. Grey fell to the bed plotting. Plotting war of different shades, preparing. Erebus was a revenge tossed aside for the moment, his main focus Thanatos. As the wheels turned in his head so did his eyes. They landed on a book sitting above others on the coffee table beside him.. THE KEY OF SOLOMON. Winked at him.. He read that book over and over again hoping to get prospects of what Fates plans were but he stumbled upon something greater.. a way to capture death in a death trap..

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

He could feel the aura of death lingering around the balls of energy that looked down upon all of mankind, and he felt his chest construct in pain in response. "First came the God Killer...now this person. How many more freaks would appear?" the Dragon Lord sighed and slumped onto his seat as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. His eyes were clouded as a feeling of helplessness seeped into his bones. Of course he had no idea that Mane and this mystery person were the same

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

the killer laid its body and started closing its eyes, "I'm gonna catch some zzz's~ Talk to you later, dear~" "Sure sure, rest well~ Everything is set so we can finally rest until tonight again~" The woman yawned and rest beside the killer at the table where books surrounds them underground. ~ KL •Season One• R18GB