Jedi Killer Novels & Stories

“We don't stand a chance, okay?” Jones snapped. “He's getting closer to the pack. I have to stop him.” Jace snarled. “Stop him?” Jones chuckled softly. “You just recovered and if you go on for a fight, then believe me, I doubt your chances of you defeating him. I have been trailing him down ever since then and he is just like you, powerful and I have one name for him, “killer clone.” He doesn't miss a shot and once he's in motion, there is no stopping until you are dead.”

The bastard who had killed Jude, who had been sent by the Higher Council, was sitting there, alive and waiting. "You," Elle spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You’re the reason he’s dead. And now you want to watch me rot in this cage with you?" The hybrid’s lips curled into a smile, though there was no warmth in it. "I didn’t kill him out of choice, sweet thing," he purred. "I did what I was ordered to do. But if you think I’m your enemy, you’re wrong. I’m just the messenger. The real danger is coming, and when it does, you’ll wish you had a little more respect for me."

These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.

When one of them noticed that it was Zatima and Niko, they let them passed and two killers were with them. Niko acted well, the two fighters were also talking at his back. "He is Niko Darklin, Arial Killer ranked 5," one of them said. Zatima kept silent while they all listen. "I'm glad master had finally caught him, I heard he recieved a death order tonight," another killer said. Zatima let out a cough sign. The two might have noticed that sge was listening to their gossiping so they had to shut their mouth. As soon as they walked in the elevator. Niko removed his tie and knocked out the two killers who were with them.

“He calls himself Pangeran Langit, Prince of the Sky.” The name hung in the air. “Two victims so far. Ki Saradipa, leader of the Red Banner Hall Clan. And Kiai Sangkrah of Blue Lotus School.” “Kiai Sangkrah? That’s impossible. He wasn’t some ordinary fighter.” “That’s precisely the problem. That means, the killer’s martial arts skill is no joke.” “Do you think there’ll be more murders?” “That’s what we need to prevent.” Jaladri narrowed his eyes.

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.

"All queens. All considered unkillable before he found them." Meredith's face goes white. "He killed my sister. Forty years ago. We thought it was the Council's tactical team. But it was him." "Can we kill him first?" Kade asks. "No one's managed yet. He's careful, patient, nearly impossible to track." Jai's fingers fly across his keyboard. "But he always studies his target first. Learns their patterns, their weaknesses. That gives us maybe a week." "A week to do what? Run?" Jamie shakes her head. "I'm not running anymore."

A world the law didn’t touch. A world soaked in blood. The root of my unending wealth. Heads bowed the moment I stepped out. “Boss.” “Boss.” Their voices echoed in submission. I didn’t respond. I only came here when it's serious business. Rugar stepped forward…my best shooter, my third after Leo, him and Leo are my shadow in this world. Here, I wasn’t Professor Black. I wasn’t Zed. I was Roman motherfucking Killer. The name that made grown men piss themselves.

"Teddy." "Teddy?" Jett asked. "Who's he?" "A warrior for the Reverence Pack," Alex explained. Luke was freaking out too badly to answer that question. "He actually killed the hunter that was shooting you, Nir." "The small one?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would they do this to him?" "That's what we all want to know," Roger motioned for Luke to hand him the hair. "Nir, do you think you could take this to your labs to see if it's him for a fact?"

"Then I heard the infamous Slater wanted me of all people to work for him." I slid a sheet of paper over to him, watching as his eyes dropped to it before falling onto the bracelet on my wrist. He had a single mission. A plan devised by 'Detective Rhee' to get him to remember his old life. I genuinely didn't care whether he did or didn't but she was too stubborn. His mission was to kill Frank Parker, the roommate of his ex-girlfriend. She didn't agree to any killing but Parker needed to go. She hoped that upon seeing his ex, he'd remember her and his life would go back to normal. She obviously watched too much television.