Hero Killer Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

Something terrible. My heart hammered as I turned the corner …and froze. My eyes opened. My heart stopped. There, in the center of the hall Someone lay on the ground. Bleeding. Still. Horror carved across their faces. And standing over the body Kael. But I didn’t know which one. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes glowed. And he whispered, voice raw and broken: “Rory… don’t come closer.” Which Kael stands before her lover or monster?

There was no noise as the blade sliced through in one precise motion with blood splattering all over tainting the white snow and his head falling of and rolling next to me as I fell to the ground with a thud. Relief washed through me. He was dead. So quick, so easy. He deserved a more painful death but he was gone for good. I killed him. And just then another terrifying screech filled the air darkening the skies as what felt like a tornado brewed around us. And before my very eyes, Hector's heart ascended from his body and I looked up to see Amara's mother Nyx as I guessed earlier. She was fighting off Helena. She was trying to curtail her before the heart reached her and then it all clicked

"I'd forgotten what that felt like." "Get used to it." I squeezed her hand. "We're going to do a lot more of it." The phone stayed silent. And somewhere in the city, Hana raced toward Mireille's last known location. And somewhere else, Aris Thorne waited for news of his attack. And somewhere in between, the game entered its final phase. --- End of Chapter 217

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

"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?"

If I stayed to fix the air, we would be sealed inside a tomb. Then I saw the password hint on the screen: The name of the first hero. I knew that name. I had written it a thousand times. But as I reached for the keyboard, a hand slammed down on mine. I looked up. It was the man in the black suit. He had his mask back on, and he was holding the gun. "The story ends here, Hazel," he said. "For everyone." He pulled the trigger.

He brought me back to the pack house, where I overheard Sarah talking to my son. The vampire pup was hers. And my own son was complaining about how weak my wolf had become, wishing I would just die already. When I uncovered their conspiracy, I tried to flee—to expose them to the Council. But I was caught. Lucas threw me back into the silver dungeons, and this time, he ended my life himself with a single thrust of a dagger. The ache of that memory pulled me back to the present. I stared at the "lovers" in front of me.

Helios led, his body a shadow that moved with practiced precision. We took out two guards quickly—Helios with a silencer to the head, me with a swift strike to the gut. The hallway spilled into a larger chamber, one I recognized from old blueprints: the meeting room. The floor was a cracked marble, stained with old blood. A long table dominated the center, though most of its chairs had been overturned. And standing at the far end, waiting, was the man we came for. Viktor Hash. He was older than I expected, grayer, with the wild-eyed look of someone who knew the end had finally come. But he wasn’t going out quietly. He grabbed me before I even realized he’d moved, the cold bite of a knife pre

But, no, with all the common sense bestowed upon the human race from the higher ones, my best move was to freeze. Just stand there, frozen like a stick. Turn around. And, look my damned killer in the eyes. “Indigo…” Only, that my ‘killer’ is not in front of my face. I had turned around with such sharpness and alertness to face nothing. Nothing, but stray leaves swaying in the breezy, lone air and dancing against the sidewalks. Nobody is there.

She roared, charging towards me despite her injuries. My wolf was strong but wasn’t strong enough. It couldn’t win against someone with the strength of an alpha. Deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before I met my end. Our wolves clashed, biting and scratching at each other, our furs dyed with the color of our blood. I morphed back, my body weak and helpless. She also shifted, grabbing the dagger and drawing me closer. “Lucas,” I whispered, hoping he would somehow come to save me. “Oh, don’t stress. He’s not coming. He’s currently being held down by one of my boys,” she chuckled, playing with the silver-edged dagger. Dread washed over me, my heart hammering in my chest. She clutch