Human Killer Sans Novels & Stories

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

He already had a dagger in his hand as well. Atlas didn't fight back either, or he thought Luan wouldn't kill him. Sasha stared at the wall in front of her. Her pupils dilated to the point the hazel almost disappeared. How could Atlas kill someone with just his teeth without the usage of a dagger? Before burying him, they checked him all over. He was considered a human and not a vampire. Even if the copycat killer kills, he must have a special weapon to copy the vampire's technique but Atlas didn't have any of that other than a rusty dagger.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

When he comes back up his face is covered in soot, Kai barks a laugh. “I’ll have that image in my head for years.” She nods chuckling. The video continues, as Sansom shouts insults to the one outside, then he hears a ripping noise and a short gargle. He’d ripped his head off; he’d heard that sound before. “He killed the survivor, unpleasantly.” She nods, furrowing her brow. “Maybe a liability, or he didn’t want to waste resources on healing him? Either way, a bad way to go. And he’s down three more people.” She smirks nodding.

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

He said, “Killer, you have a grudge against Tyrant, but we don't. Don't direct your anger at me. If you want revenge, go find him yourself.” Killer looked at him for a while before closing his eyes again. Killer's real name was Santiago Roland, and he was a native of Somerland. He was the leader of a small mercenary group in Chaos Land, and was powerful and very famous in the country. He had liked practicing martial arts since he was a child. His parents were in the reselling business, operating between a small country and Somerland. They bought resources from these places at a low price and shipped them to Somerland for resale. Hence, his family was pretty well-off.

Convel and I followed him until we reached a farm with crops and fresh livestock. “We never turn unless it is necessary,” Convel explained. “You turn when you wanted to kill someone,” I replied, justifying my hatred to their kind. “No, you don’t understand –” “Oh, trust me, I understand better than anyone.” My eyes are heating up, preparing for tears to come out. “You are lucky enough to see your kind being stabbed or having a sword struck on their stomachs,” I continued, still trying to keep my emotions intact. “While us, humans, were left with a half body, the other half shattered and crushed into pulp.” I wiped my tears as it is starting to come out, I am not this weak.

B told her about this b**h just seeing her scheming for her man in front of her made her blood boil. “I am going to….” This description would have made any other girl freeze with fear but this was K, a blessed person and an immortal cultivator who could fly and do many things. Why will she be scared with some funny tricks like these? “Make sure to take a nice video before killing her!” the woman named Sarah ordered and four bulky men made their way to her while the two ladies sat to watch how she will be violated. What they never expected was for what happened next to happen. Terror could be seen in their eyes as K tore the ropes as if they were nothing. Within seconds the bulky men were col