Novel & Cerita Hero Killer Chapter 20

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

Ten years ago , he saw her last time , after that she dissappeared from his life like there was no Hazel Blackwell ,ever existed. Hazel Blackwell was a little girl ,whom he was aware of ; the angelic girl who knows nothing about how to be ruthless , she was innocent like a lamb . But, he was proved wrong , she was more ruthless than him , she was not exactly pure as the driven snow. She was a killer , who murdered his mother , but that was not the full story, this girl even killed her own blood , her own mother. After, that she ran away , from his life , making his life miserable and pathetic. He became a cold and aloof Mafia , who now cared for nothing , to him emotions are useless .

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Both women turned sharply. Standing near the wall was another nurse—identical in appearance to the one beside them. Before they could scream, the figure stepped forward. His form shimmered, twisted, and melted away like smoke. In seconds, the illusion vanished. Hector stood there. Tall. Dark. His eyes glowed with an ancient, malicious intelligence. “Who… who are you?” the doctor whispered, backing away. “Nothing that concerns you,” Hector replied coldly. He raised his hand. A surge of dark energy pulsed through the room. The doctor and nurse gasped as their eyes glazed over, their bodies slumping into unconsciousness.

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.

Tessa launched herself forward — out of her wheelchair — her legs wobbling, but she was running on pure madness. She screamed, “IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN!” The knife arced toward me. And Hector blocked it with his body. The sound… gods, the sound. The blade sinking into flesh. A sickening, wet, final sound. For a moment, none of us processed it. Hector stared down at the knife hilt sticking from his chest — right above his heart. Blood bloomed instantly, dark and thick. Time froze. Then chaos. “H-HECTOR!” I screamed, voice tearing out of me like something dying.

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."

Hell, even shifting the blame onto someone else and letting me think his fucking scumbag of a son was the hero who tried to rescue her. To let him see my grief. To comfort me. I felt sick just thinking about it... “Oh goddess,” she gasped, horrified--- yet like everyone confronted with death, not sure how to proceed. “I’m-I’m so sorry!” “The man who killed her is dead,” I replied, shrugging as I felt my mood shift to a dark place that I no longer wanted to be in. Hell, I hadn’t even noticed the darkness lifting little by little – I just knew I didn’t want to go back there…