Jedi Killer Novels & Stories

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.

His desire for revenge was fueled not only by his daughter’s plight but by his own torment during captivity. To kill a pure-blooded Kendayan before his life ended—such a death would be worth it. Racing forward, as the distance closed, Jesta activated his stealth ability, his fur changing color like a chameleon, blending into the jungle as his scent shifted, emitting a faint earthy odor. Closer... closer... Gradually, he could make out the target. It was a young Kendayan, youthful and unassuming, carrying a long-handled scythe and holding a slender firearm, moving quickly through the jungle, accompanied by a blood-red hunting dog.

"No. I don't understand what he has done though? Why do you want to eliminate him?" Jagger stares at me suspiciously before sighing. "That man messed with the wrong people, Killer, and he's getting punished for that. The orders were to let him die a painful death. " I nod before sliding the paper back to him and resting back against the chair. "And how am I going to help you with that? Surely, you don't think I would help you kill this man? That's never my job. " Jaggar smirks before laying forward with his hands folded, and I watch him in silence, wondering what he's up to.

"She knows that if she can break Sensei Gordan, she can break the spirit of the Kartel’s veteran base." "Then we don't let her," Jax declared. "We’re supposed to be heading to Townsville, but we can't leave Metro City with a serpent in our midst. We’re going to hunt her down, and we’re going to do it the Krauser way." Back at the dojo, Jade was already at her terminal, her fingers flying across the keys as she began to map Kitana’s digital footprint. The "Severed Thread" technique, the neural-link enhancements, the connection to Peony—it was a complex web of personal vendetta and global conspiracy.

"So why did you take me here?" Alpha Henderson cleared his throat after the scene he witnessed. "As I was saying, King Jester. We have the stealer, and I could give her to you in exchange for a piece of territory." The moment Jester heard it, madness ignited inside his mind. He knew Henderson had a conspiracy; that was why he despised him so much. "I refuse," he said in his dark voice that could scare anyone. Alpha Henderson and Jairah stiffened for a moment in fear. Jester wasn’t a joke; he was a terrifying killer—a monster one should be careful with every word they said. He wasn’t an Alpha King for nothing.

“Have you had issues with a new species, the vamolves?” “Fuck them! They killed two men yesterday!” Kennedy was instantly pissed. “Yeah, we are working on a plan to kill their creator.” Jet said. “Who is that?” “His name is Adron. He is the God of the Underworld.” Jet said slowly. “You can’t kill a god!” Kennedy looked unphased by this. “And who is going to help you there?” “I can’t kill him, but Ivory can.” That would mean, she is aaaa….” Kennedy looked at me like I just grew three heads.

Jarden smirked and faced his grandfather, "You are so smart, did not know it will take you this short time to realize that I am the killer. ZICO deserves more than death." "I thought as much. You are my right-hand man and I don't expect you to do things without telling me. As much as I'm happy that ZICo is dead. I am not so happy that you are the killer. It will haunt me for the rest of my life to know that my grandson soiled his hands in blood. I know I have made you do things which you're not supposed to do but then I've never taught you to kill. All the killings, I did them myself. You were just to watch and learn, never to implement but to protect yourself."

2020, August 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Kendall’s papa, Calvin Hunter, died for his cause. He believed that a Hunter should head up the table of The House of Assassins. Papa's justification for this claim went back to a change in leadership after Grandpapa Killian’s sudden death. His then number two, Duchess Madeline Dormer, took command of The House of Assassins soon afterwards.

the attacker spat. Drew dealt him a heavy blow which sent him flying backwards. His head hit the wall and he was out cold within minutes. "Damn, you've got a temper.'' Killian chuckled. "A temper that's backed with substance. I can't wait to end Jed and his son once again. I really don't know how he escaped.'' Drew said. "I'm sure it was just by a sheer stroke of fate. But not to worry, since he's alive, he'll die a second death.'' Killian said.

James took a seat. Then, Kallinikos asked, “Who are you? What business do you have with me?” James smiled and said, “I’m Forty-nine. I come from the Twelfth Universe and am acquainted with someone called the Ancestral Sword Master. He mentioned you in our conversation and said that his Sword Path originated from you.” “Forty-nine?” Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Apparently, they had heard of him. “So you were the one who killed Santino Hiram of the Sixth Universe! I never thought that the Twelfth Universe would have an ace up its sleeves. To think that someone like you is hiding in the shadows!” Even Kallinikos was stunned.