Hero Killer Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

I learned a little to his right ear. “I’m not the weak little Clara anymore who you used as a mere puppet once. So get lost before I make you mute for eternity.’’ I whispered in a low voice and straightened my head once again. He gave me a death glare and released my collar. Then paid the bill and furiously stomped his way out of the bar. Hah, I can’t believe I won. I have to tell this to my big sister. ----------------------------------------- The Headquarters of the police detectives was in a total mess. Everyone was on edge because of the ‘might be a serial killer case. The chef was in an especially bad mood because of the constant pressure from higher-ups ups.

***Warning**** This chapter depicts a stillbirth. Continue at your own discretion. Derek Davina is not moving as her body lays limp in my arms. I check her pulse and let out a sigh of relief. She’s alive. I frantically look around as we are being attacked by witches and warlocks. It’s an ambush and we were not prepared. Jack is dead and Mason is badly injured. Keila is tending to his wounds while Mark has already shifted, attacking our enemy. Daniela runs over to where Davina and I are at.

He was reading it quietly. Just then, someone knocked on his door. "Come in," the man said without lifting his head. The door was pushed open, and Hero quickly walked into the room. He gave the man a salute. "Chase Collins has left the boundaries of the northside of the city." "Alright. He's too powerful. I'm not his match." The man gave a small smile. He continued, "How is Lou?" "Chase Collins killed him with one punch!" Hero said with an upset look on his face.

Inside me, two things burn with equal intensity: rage at Viper’s refusal and a sick, festering hatred for being robbed of Liora. The Shadow of the Lacerator is a rotting hole in the worst part of New Dorp. Red neon bleeds across filthy walls. The stench of cigarettes, cheap whiskey, and despair is so thick it clings to your throat. Heros enters first. I follow close behind, feeling the weight of the knife strapped to my back. Victor “Viper” Moretti waits for us in the back booth, flanked by two idiots who think they can protect him. He smiles. A mistake.

Confusion flashed across her eyes, as if she were beginning to realize the situation wasn't as simple as she thought. Dad let out a cold snort, fixed him with a piercing stare, and mockingly said, "I see… I have a second son named Adam. Today's full of surprises." At that moment, Erica finally realized the gravity of the situation. The smugness and contempt that had colored her face vanished instantly, replaced by a flash of panic.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

His fangs grow long and pierce Hector’s neck. Hector screams. The feeling of fire travels through his body. Hector feels his heart slow as Rex drinks his blood. Hector sees red, then nothing as his body dies. Once Rex is finished draining Hector of his life force, he seals the wound. Hector is lifeless. “Cuff his hands and let’s get back before someone comes looking for him,” orders Rex. The other two obey. Jesse cuffs Hector's hands and Mike slings Hector’s lifeless body over his shoulder. The five of them head away from Hector’s home and back towards their Master’s castle.

She was speaking to the frightened young woman she used to be. The one who had believed her dreams didn't matter. Outside her window... A pair of unseen eyes watched the light in her apartment. Then, satisfied that she was alone... The figure disappeared into the darkness. The trap had begun. End of Chapter 20

he started, and I snapped my gaze up to his face. “W-What?” My voice cracked. Streaks of blood stained his lips and cheek—proof he’d bitten the bird’s neck to kill it. Had his killer instinct kicked in? Was his memory coming back? “Where the fuck have you been, Hera?” he asked again, and a shiver ran down my spine. I’d dropped my flashlight somewhere behind me; now I hugged my arms tight across my body. “T-Thaddeus…” I whispered his name, my mind scrambling for an answer.

The truth would come out, and justice would finally be served. Evan's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his heart lurching. A text from an unknown number. He opened it and read the message, his blood running cold. "I know what you did. You are dead men. Both of you. Enjoy your last hours." Kade looked over his shoulder and read the message. His jaw tightened, but his voice was steady. "Viktor knows. He knows the key is gone." Evan felt the fear surge through him, but he forced it down. "Then we need to leave. Now. We need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere he cannot find us."