Human Killer Sans Novels & Stories

The place brought back bad memories and Koyala understood, so he just went over to her and assured her that it would be over soon. "Kralis, contact Kran. We need a location." Kran was the inside man of the Rebel. He was a soldier to the Force's army but a devoted member of the Rebel. Kralis put his hands on both sides of his head and just like that connected to Kran. "They are keeping him at Station Z. Kran says they are planning on draining the energy he poses. We have to go right now," "Okay everyone, ensure you are properly loaded. It is going to be a rough few minutes ahead," Koyala said.

Her eyes on their own got shut down as she wasn't able to keep them open because of his roughness. He leaned forward even more deepening the kiss the back of the knife touched her neck as well. But she wasn't able to focus on anything her mind was messed up at how harsh his kiss was. He bit the side of her lip making her hiss. His tongue devoured her at his fullest as he took a good time in making her place her free hand on his shoulder. Her face went upwards because of his inhumane pace. He was literally eating her lips. And the difference between the normal Lucifer and the aggressive one was clear. Normal one asked her permission and sees her comfort before having any intimacy with her whi

Nyx purred affectionately. He’s the enemy! Andrea growled back at her. Nyx words had registered with her though and for the first time since setting eyes on the Alpha, she understood the reaction. He was very handsome: tall, muscular, and his eyes in contrast with his dark hair and stuble certainly gave off a beautiful vibe. His wolfs aura was a different matter, it exodes death and anger. He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him.

He said. “Gifted mates? I’m Human, I don’t have a mate. It’s not in my cards.” I said. “It is though, because you are my mate.” He said. “Yea... I don’t know about all that. I’m a Vampire Hunter, I kill people like you. In fact, I have killed a lot of people like you... Although, I could never kill you.” I said.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

First came strategy. Aire ducked into a convenience store to gather supplies—her version of urban armor: energy drinks, a few essentials, and a notebook she had started filling with names, places, and notes. She had been cataloging the streets, piecing together the puzzle of who had risen while she was “gone” and who had stayed the same. Trevon’s name was at the top of every page. She didn’t just want revenge—she wanted him to see her alive, stronger, and untouchable.

“He has no real files, no birth certificate, no bank accounts. No trail. The man doesn’t exist… not in any way that matters.” Barbara forced her expression blank, though her insides churned. “And yet you found him?” Kenneth smirked. “I didn’t. People find him only when he wants to be found. But whispers travel, Barbara. Dangerous men attract dangerous rumors. And I think I have had him trailed for quite enough time to know exactly how he moves.” He sipped his wine and set it down with a soft clink. “One more thing, dear child.” He grinned sadistically, “There are… rumors. They say this Knight… he’s lethal. And that he cannot be killed.”