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.

"He bought their silence." "Sometimes." "And the rest?" She asked, curious as always. "He used his position." She slowly closed the folder. "He's a monster." "Yes." Karma looked toward the hospital bed. Richardson Vance was unconscious, machines quietly monitored him.m, his breathing was shallow, his body was already failing. "He doesn't look dangerous." "That's how monsters survive." She turned back to me. “Must I be the one?” She asked. I held her gaze. "Yes Karma, because you're a surgeon."

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.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

“Well, I need to double-check if you are not a serial killer, I don’t want to be killed while having sex.” “I’m not a serial killer, Jaan. But I’ll make sure you wish you were dead before I end up doing things that I want to do with you…” He put his hand on my thighs and gave them a light squeeze, but it was enough for me to turn. Helen, my wolf was getting desperate to taste him, to get under him.

But humanly I didn’t deserve what I imagined could happen next. She stopped dragging me and I got rid of her deadly grip with a tight scowl. I had someone else to handle other than her and when I turned my eyes at him, I forgot to breathe right away. He was fueled with a scarlet tone of his skin, his eyes were red-rimmed and those veins popped in anger along with a clenched jaw. As if he wanted to kill me without torturing me. That deal sounded reasonable. My inner comic couldn’t control its unfunny-for-the-situation jokes.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

We like a more hands-on approach. Kahn reappears just over an hour later, accompanied by a willing super soldier. On the outside, he looks like an impressive human, almost as tall as me, with blonde hair and a severe face. A jagged scar cuts through his features, running all the way from the top left to the bottom right, disappearing under his chin. His eyes are kind of dull. Almost uncomprehending. He doesn't look like much of a threat, but I go on high alert. Dante growls softly, and every sinew pulls tight, getting ready to strike.