Hero Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I was beheaded and my body was thrown on the street for dogs to eat. Then I was reborn again as an orphan but I struggled and became the leader of the bloodiest demonic sect , I was a tyrant who created a sea of blood, a literal sea of blood that my sect members thought I was too much of a tyrant and collided with other sects to dethrone me, at the end i was drowned in my sea of blood. Then the head of a terrorist group... A mafia head... Then the number one assassin on earth... Everything ended badly.

She asked, he smirked at her before walking over in her direction, she kept moving back fearing that he might be one of Derek's men who wanted to kidnap her and maybe even kill her. She was feeling so scared that she wished she could just disappear away from him so that he wouldn't kill her because from the looks of things he didn't really seem like the kind of person who would show her mercy. " Don't come closer." She warned but it only made him go closer to her. He obviously wasn't going to listen to her and was going to do the exact opposite of what she asked and for some reason, it terrified her. "Princess of the dark mooned pack." He said and that sent shivers down her spine, she didn't

The man only writhed in pain saying he wasn't lying and Hunter could tell that he wasn't lying and it angers him. Because for the first time, he was wrong. His instincts were wrong. She was innocent all along. Hunter inhaled sharply. He hurt her for nothing. He f*cked up. "Where's Alonso?" Hunter asked him the second question. "I..." He looked scared all of a sudden and instantly Hunter realized that this man knew where Alonso was but before Hunter could make him speak. That man's claws extended out as he plunged it into his chest. Blood spurts out of his mouth. Hunter was able to stop him in the middle but the claws had already reached his heart.

I burst through the front door and started clearing the house. A fully shifted angel came out of nowhere and punched me in the face. He was magnificent with his white wings glowing gold which meant he was a warrior angel and I was in some trouble. We scuffled in the kitchen, and I grabbed a knife from the block. For the first time I was worried, angels were one species that could kill demons the easiest and here I was facing an unknown ranked warrior. I could see in his eyes the determination to kill me. There was something else going on here, but I couldn’t bring myself to think about it. It was him or me. I dodged a punch and found an opening. I plunged that knife into his chest. The scre

Kevin pulled out of her slowly and looked down at his shaft which was now coated with blood. Her blood! A look of disbelief crossed his face as he saw the red liquid drenching down his length and onto the pristine white sheets. His heart skipped a beat. He was her first!

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"

She clung to him tightly, raised her head, and called to him quietly into the void, her words dripping with hatred: Dima: Where are you, electrician? It's so dark in here... Deceived by her voice, he entered, reassured. At that moment, she pounced on him like a storm, her iron rod crashing violently into his skull. He fell to the ground, stunned. She didn't let him regain consciousness—her kicks rained down on him mercilessly, his head shattering under the blows like a fragile, brittle eggshell. Blood splattered on the floor, bones shattered into fragments. His screams faded into silence, his face reduced to a grotesque, featureless wreck.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with both pleading and resentment. "Glenn, you can't do this! You'll ruin him. He's not even an adult yet—his life is just beginning!" "His life matters, but mine doesn't." I looked down at her, my voice eerily calm. "Myra, don't think I have noticed what you've been doing to me lately." The wail of sirens grew from a distance, now clear and sharp below the building. Dwight, terrified out of his wits, scrambled to his feet and tried to bolt for the door.

And as Kael crossed the threshold of the Hall— He heard it. Clear. Stable. Certain. “RECURSION INITIATED.” --- END OF CHAPTER 66 Kael chose himself. But the system didn’t shut down. It simply changed strategies. And next time— It wouldn’t ask for permission. ---

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—