Human Killer Sans Novels & Stories

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

She was still. Yifa felt air finally enter her lungs and then Killian . Her mate. Relief. That was the first thing that raced through her body. Killian came for her. Her alpha stood above her frowning, eyes dark and angry, but they softened when they met hers. Killian was still in human form, a long coat draped over him, black hair falling across his forehead, and slightly panting. Yifa slowly looked to the side at the dead rogue wolf and noticed the large hunting knife piercing straight through the neck, just under his jaw. He saved her.

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

I felt a warm hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around, the sparks running down my arm confirming my fears. I turned to lock eyes with a hostile Alpha Killian. His typical silver eyes were fully black, and I knew it wasn't with lust this time. His full lips were pressed together so tightly I wondered if they'd bruise. I knew he had recently shifted back into human form due to the pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and his shirtless torso that threatened to draw my attention I bit my tongue until the familiar coppery taste filled my mouth. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Killian spoke each word slowly, filling every syllable with his deadly tone.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

They did like to believe they were doing a huge service to the world. The man was expressionless, and his brown eyes were dead as he looked at them. He had scars all over his face, much like Alpha Ryker, showing he was never afraid of a fight. There were tattoos all over his arms, like sleeves, and he knew if the man was to take his t-shirt off, there would be a huge Hunter tattoo on his back. His senses were wide open, but he felt nothing from the Hunter. No fear. No remorse. No empathy. He was just a shell of a human, full of darkness and evil.

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

She knew how Sane easily got scared that was why she was so good at scaring him. Not to mention that the tomb that he was looking at a while ago was really scary as is. "The S in Sane stands for scared," she said, grinning. "The R in Haniel stands for respect," he said before making a face. She nodded, smiling before grinning once more. She walked beside him before dropping her gaze to look at the tomb. "Why were you even staring at it? You looked so serious, it was really funny. If you've only seen your face!" she said, giggling.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.