Gorgeous Killer Novels & Stories

The impatient she wolf would not stop badgering me to let her out to meet Argo. From the images that Zumi sent, I saw Argo as a dark grey majestic wolf with rare emerald green eyes like Kyler’s but darker and a calm breeze of a face that had Zumi and me wanting to nuzzle our cheeks against. He was too attractive like Kyler. Did I mention that Kyler was insanely hot before ? Yes ? But then I couldn’t fucking help it !! Sexy, hot, gorgeous, attractive- were words that, even when clubbed together did not do justice to define Kyler’s handsomeness and when you added his cool aura to it, then he was just the perfect package that the Moon Goddess had ever made like a cherry on a cake.

All the professional gamers she had met had exceptionally nice looking hands. However, his hands were even more attractive than theirs. These perfect hands practically completed the fantasy of someone with a hand complex. How he worked the keyboard was cooler than the other professional gamers as well. The way he played the game was more composed and calm than they were. As she looked at him, the term ‘elegant killer’ flashed in her mind. He was using the most elegant posture to do such bloody things. Just a few skills, and he had instantly double killed the enemy pair.

It was a dance of death, a primal contest that stretched back through the ages. “I'm going to kill you, Zarion.” “Oh yeah?” I grinned at him. He hissed and peered deep into my soul with scorching anger in his eyes. “You fucking killed my Luna!” “I thought you banished Hestia because you no longer needed her. I chuckled without humor. “I did not kill your Luna. My Luna did. Cassidy, Goddess above, proudly declared it to me.” He looked shocked, probably unaware of the truth. “W-What…how?”

They were rigid and felt nothing. He took a walk and sat on one of the black Adirondack chairs. He balanced perfectly on the chair and laid his strong arms on the sides. He was devilishly handsome. You wouldn’t believe that with such handsomeness, he had the blood of various people on his hands. He was a killer, and a good one at that. At the course of comversing during dinner, I found out his first kill was when he was just twelve years old. It really was cringing. Even without a smile, he looked beautiful.

Rex nodded at her before he turned his gun at a group, firing at them mercilessly, providing a cover for themselves. Zia had shot the man who had strangled her in the face before she had blown his brains off. Zia felt satisfied, a sudden wave of disbelief captured her heart. Why did she suddenly feel so good killing people, was it in her, a murderer, or a death reaper, who could only become joyful sending the others to the underworld.

My wolf raged for the first time in three hundred years. "Minerva?" I growled and watched the terror on her face. "Mine- who? Wait…aren't you the billionaire guy from this morning? For PRIDE. you are, aren't you?" She questioned. "Even if you were fucking Bruce Wayne, I'd still shove you out of the way! Get out!" I should kill her. Right here, and right now, just as she'd brutally murdered my people. I reached for her immediately.

****Damien**** Scarlett was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty wasn’t just in her flawless features; it was in the way she carried herself, confident and graceful. She was my wife, my everything, and even though we’d had our share of arguments lately, I couldn’t bear to let them come between us. As I stepped out of the shower, the steam trailing behind me, I saw her sitting on the couch. She was wearing a delicate black lingerie set that hugged her figure perfectly. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and her legs were crossed elegantly.

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”

Collins said, and Sharlene widened her eyes. "Oh my god, how could I not pinpoint it? She is the legendary LK?" Sharlene squealed before sitting childishly. "She is an unknown killer with mysterious motives. What is legendary about her?" I asked her, feeling strange that she thought a mere killer was legendary rather than her brother, who was a king, and she snapped her head towards me as if offended.

The level one killers present in the dark room bowed and chorused, “Yes, Mistress Azarael.” Adrael smiled widely, showing her brown teeth. Although she was a good looking woman, her teeth showed the ugly side of her that was secret to other people. “I'll send Poison to give you details of the mission, next week. For now, you should all rest well.” The level one killers suddenly started murmuring amongst themselves. Poison was one of the top seven killers in the association and in the world. No one could hear the name and not be filled with sweat. Poison was said to have annihilated a sect that had over a thousand people in it, sparing not even a little baby.