Hero Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Staring at him she heard him say, “Now take my hand and take me inside. You know you should welcome me properly right?” She didn’t want to do that. Why would she ever want to touch him? How dare he even think that she would want him back in her life after all that he had done. But to her surprise she felt a pressure on her hand and not leaving eye contact she slowly moved her hand up to his, feeling the pain from the exertion she was putting on her own mind to try and defy him. Was she always like this? Was this truly who she was? What happened to the killer that didn’t fear anyone?

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills. My loyal reader. My number one fan. Thank you so much❤️ Chapter 44 Hael Moore. Something wasn't right. Right under my nose, I could smell it. Beneath the layers of my hairy skin, I could sense it. I could taste it at the tip of my tongue– A build-up. Like something was about to happen. Something sinister. Something destructive. Something terrifying. All wrapped in three words– Blood. Death. Sacrifice.

A force one again sucked her in from behind, making her inhale all the oxygen she thought she needed sharply. A stinging pain on her left cheek woke her up. A soft groan escaped her lips and her hand reached for her cheek. It was a warm and a liquid substance. Blood. Of course it was blood, she's in hell after all. It's filled with nightmares, demons, vampires and unusual, creepy creatures. "Lucius?" Her voice barely being heard as she called out. Her eyes scanned across the place, it was dark. Pitch black, "Lucius?" "Lucius is dead." It was the deep and manly voice that teased her and sang to her earlier.

I asked myself, but then I thought, “I change the names and create a scenario around it… There’s no way it would have happen this way!” So, I started creating a plot for my first chapter starting with a killing event. “Grand Hotel, late evening. A guy in a black facemask is hiding at the corner, near the elevators, he is waiting. The elevator door open and Mr.… Mr. Payton… No, wait! Too close to Paxton… how about Preston? So… Mr. Preston gets off the elevator surrounded by his bodyguards. They all walk to the hall where they meet some furious people cursing at Mr. Preston. One of them tried to attack the businessman but gets caught by security. That was a perfect moment of commotion for a ki

That is why they remained loyal to my Father. She is still guilty. If I don't stay away, they won't succeed in their plans without his knowledge- her Father settled this Snake in the Mansion. . Now the real Venom of Alysia will come out the once oppressed and weak will now rise! be ready all of you. When I return I will consume you all even in your last race I will erase the world I swear! "Fvck you! Kill me if you want!" Bang! She hit it on the head and saw the man fall to the floor. She's finishing it.

No matter how far away I ran, no werewolf would ever forget the boy who killed his own father… For a split second I pondered lying, but--- then again, I was dead either way… “Dargan,” I replied, watching his expression. “Dargan Hellson.” And there it was! He recognized the name. His eyes widened and he was looking at me in a whole new light. “You’re---” he gasped, suddenly taking a step back. As if he might be in danger just being near me! “You’re that kid that murdered his own father!”

His black hair surrounded a face that was both hauntingly gorgeous and completely brutal. Victor. He grinned, his eyes filled with hate. "You've proven to be quite the little warrior, haven't you?" But the game hasn't ended yet. Before I could react, he raised his palm, and the ground underneath me burst apart. I fell, and the world descended into darkness once more. Victor's voice followed me, icy and merciless. "Welcome to the last chapter, Kyara. Let's see how the narrative finishes."

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

Before I even have the chance to move I feel a sharp pain across my head and watch as everything suddenly goes dark. [TRIGGER WARNING: This following chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to chapter 60. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]