Hell Ultrakill Novels & Stories

Keyboard Overkill

As I pulled out of the driveway I found myself getting into a battle with myself about what I was going to do. Killing someone gives me an all time high. Knowing I have the power to end someone's life at any moment I want makes me feel so powerful. Other than when I'm fucking bitches on the side. But it's the moment right before you do it, right before you know that your about to pull the trigger is the best. The adrenaline rushes through your veins making you heart rate speed up right before theirs ends. When you pull the trigger and watch the life drain from their body. When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, exciteme

Why does he seem to care if I die or not? Soren is fighting against Lord Talon’s telekinesis and can move slowly against his power. I wonder how he is able to move even if it is slowly against the telekinesis when I couldn’t even budge an inch. Then I remember how Soren was able to make warriors from my pack fly high into the air with a single punch, which makes me realise Soren has super strength! They all have their own unique power. Lord Talon turns his head to look at me, ‘What are you waiting for? Shift! Isn’t that how your kind heals quickly?’ He yells.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

"You're my son. You're a survivor. You're…" "I'm a killer." His voice was hard now, like he was certain. "That's what I am. That's what I've always been. They just made me better at it." "No…" "I've killed people before Inés. Lots of people. For my father, for the cartel, and for reasons I don't even remember anymore." Lucien looked at his hands, they were still strapped down, and still stained with invisible blood. "The only difference now is I killed someone who didn't deserve it."

“Then her being angry with you will be the least of your problems. She deserves more than your attitude. From what I have gathered, she has endured hell and back just to make you happy. I think it is time you do the fucking same.” “Or you get a one-way ticket to the bottom of the ocean,” Ulrich added. Respect bloomed in my chest when I looked at him. The cold killer just beneath the surface of his skin. Calculated. Honed. Yes. He’d kill Harland in a heartbeat. And I would gladly help him.

He slouched over the dead body and pointed at the stab on her neck to the cops' attention. ''Over here, do you see this? It's a dagger's stab,'' Donovan noted calling the cops' attention to Natasha's jugular. ''Is it different from the one on Senator Kasidy's neck?'' ''No, it's exactly the same,'' Leah chipped in. ''In fact, I must admit that the killer in question has a trademark style of taking out his victim. And this is one.'' ''Are you seeing this bloody graffiti for the first time?'' Donovan continued, pointing at the blood-stained wall as he attempted calling the cops to their senses. ''And, the door...Did you find it locked from inside or outside?''

She raised her hand wrapping her fingers around something invisible and Rachael began to claw at her throat while struggling in the air. Silvia slammed her against the tree using her magic. Rachael pulled to her feet screaming so viciously that everyone flinched covering their ears with the assault. Silvia clamped her mouth shut before slamming her down on the ground as all the breath was knocked out of her. Hunter roared killing the fourth warrior as the dead bodies of the last three lay behind him. He was vicious. "Where is that f*cker? Tell me!" Hunter roared menacingly causing the guy to piss his pants.

"Do you mean using this flashy power that came out of me and killed the wolf? If you do, then I need to remind you that what happened was an accident, one I have no idea how to repeat." His smile widened, reminding me of the Cheshire Cat. "Oh, I'm not going to force you to summon a bolt of lightning, especially since you might damage Hunter beyond his regeneration skills." "What?!" I snapped. A second later, Hunter walked out of the locker room, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. I watched him join us on the mats, and my heart started to race. I glared at Calvel. "Are you freaking nuts?! I told you that I cannot control this—whatever it is! What if I hurt Hunter?!"

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he