Jedi Killer Novels & Stories

Jude answered smoothly, "And if you are curious about the rest of the unqualified subjects, they are already dead. So you don't have to worry about this getting leaked out." Gio nodded in approvement. He touched one of the humans' skin, feeling the skin was still warm. He was satisfied with Jude's work. Jude was the best among their supplier; he kept improving his work quality while the others eventually grew some balls to rebel against them. In the end, those ungrateful people were killed by Gio.

I Asked Kivvi in confused voice. “Dear, Kill him now, this bastard deserves to be killed after all he had to you and another woman” Kivvi replied to me. “NO STOPPP!!!” Without any hesitation I stabbed Jasper in his heart which killed him Immediately.

I kneeled down and looked at Jade, dead on the floor, and I closed her eyes to make her look more peaceful. Jackson called for the specialist warriors to come to the scene and take a look around. They were more like detectives, and had been trained with human's as detectives. Obviously, without the human's knowing what they were. So they were good at what they did. They knew what they were doing and that was all I could ask for.

Where is he and his parents keeping my parents locked away? I was seated facing him when a young maid entered with a steaming tray. As soon as I glanced at her face, I froze. I recognized that face as I saw it before my death, staring and laughing at me. That smile. That wary sideways look as she turned. She was one of Alaric's spies in my previous life—a faithful small rat who brought the poisoned teas and grinning treachery beyond her apron. I just gave her a thankful nod, yet within me, I put the first name on my kill list—the first soul to strike off. And as I started to take the plate, the voice of Kitara, my wolf, rumbled in my head as a warning.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"You were also present in her room that day, June. You were there as her maid." "Did you just call me a maid?" She growled. What was she acting up about? Everyone knew she was a maid before she climbed her way to the Alpha bed. "Weren’t you a maid?" I asked. "If Luna Eleanor didn’t die, do you think you would have the chance to be the Pack's Luna? Come to think of it, you killed her, right? You killed her to take over her position. You've always been jealous of everything she had and always wanted to take them away from her. It's you, right? You are the Killer."

I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.