Hell Ultrakill Novels & Stories

“But I give you my fucking word that I will not rest until everyone who has hurt you faces his end, and I am going to be sure that they fucking beg for it. The torment that you went through is not something that I will ignore or take lightly, I promise you, malyshka, that I am going to be sure that I end them all.” “I know that I told you that I didn’t want anyone being harmed,” she said, taking me off guard before she ran her finger over my chest. “But I want to see each one of them die. I know that it is not something that you would expect from me, but for the pain that they put me through, Killian, I want to see each one of them take their last breath, and just like they humiliated me for

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Her eyelids had fallen closed and he didn't think she had noticed the change in her tattoos. His lips carefully caressed the runes that glowed on her throat and a feeling of euphoria he had never known coursed through his body. He growled and his speed increased, chasing the oblivion that was just past his reach. Ulfhild met him thrust for thrust. Sweat beaded across his body as he felt her core spasm around his length. She screamed his name and he spilled within her. His growl of ecstasy completely animalistic. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky. Energy crackled around them. Ulfhild's eyes popped open at the bright lights flashing behind her eyelids. Her eyes locked on his glowing,

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

That was the main reason Golden supported the pain and waited all the ten seconds, the more Heruk immersed into his enjoyment of torturing Golden, the more shock he will have when Golden disappeared. Heruk barely managed to block it with his body before the second strike arrived. He was the type of practitioner who only relied on his body and didn't like to use any weapons. Heruk focused on spells and Combined Skills to improve his body; his real strength surpassed the peak of the 3-star Mortal Rank. As Heruk was preparing himself to block the third strike, another strike came from the other direction. Golden had created an ice sword in his left hand and also executed Tri-sparkling Sword. He

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.