Hell Ultrakill Novels & Stories

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

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.

"Open wide." Kill me.

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.

The architect of the entire war. “No,” she whispered. “He built Hekate to punish the world for what it took from him,” Helena continued. “But mostly… for you.” Jerry stepped in. “We can sort this out later. Where’s the server now?” “Eastern Europe. Moving toward Prague. You’ve got less than twelve hours before Phase Four is fully deployed.” Aria stared into the tunnel’s darkness, her voice low. “Then we won't sleep tonight. We hunt.” Helena extended a data chip. “This will give you access. But if you hesitate when you face him…”