Hell Ultrakill Novels & Stories

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

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night. Curse my sense of morality. “You shouldn't say things you don't know,” I warned. He leaned in. “Well. It doesn't change the fact that gay people are broken and they need to be fixed.” That did it. My fist connected with his face, hard. The sound echoed. He stumbled back, hitting the wall. Yeah, I punched the golden son of the Millers and I felt damn good.

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications. "Akira, why?" Ulrich demanded, her voice low and menacing. Akira's voice trembled, "I...I was promised a place in Ryker's pack, a chance to be alpha one day...I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Zoe's growl was menacing, "You've put our entire pack in danger, Akira. Your betrayal will not be forgotten." Ulrich's eyes narrowed, her decision made. "Take him away, Zoe. We'll deal with him later."

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.

Pain jolted up and throughout my body from my palm and I almost wailed like the beasts. "Dammit Ulrik!" I grumbled crossly at him. "You should not have struck me," he said before readying his staff to strike once more. "Wait!" Keanu interjected. We both turned to him with identical expressions of 'what the hell for?' on our faces. Hell's favorite hounds were stomping their feet and growling,the wounded whining and hopping around on their remaining three legs.I knew that the only thing stopping them from coming at us was Ulrik's stick that pulsed a strong,steady purple.