Jedi Killer Novels & Stories

James began, his brow furrowed in thought, "you mentioned this 'Kill Shot' guy – the infamous assassin. What's his story?" Sterling's lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, yes, the story of Ferdinand Giucerro, or as he's known in the underworld, 'Kill Shot.' It's a story of bloodlines and vengeance, one that's been simmering for decades." James leaned in, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm listening."

Killer asked. Out of the five of them that worked closely under Johnny Bobber, Killer had killed two and Jate Woods killed one. They were now left with only Star, Ninja and Wave. But in reality, Killer knew that Johnny Bobber was the strongest out of all of them. "We'll find out once it happens. The most important thing now is to find out what that man Jate Woods wants from me," as Mr. Howards said mysteriously.

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.

He looked like he was superior to the rest. "Suna. I thought I asked you to kill them". "I did. But there's something more important, my lord". Lucifer turned to his general. "What is..." Suna stabbed him through the chest with a blade. It cut through him easily. Suna let his body drop to the ground. My father was shocked. "The Sword of Eternal Horror. The only known God Killer", he said with a smile. "Why did you help us?", another god asked. "Help? You're mistaken. I am the God - Killer", he said. He threw the knife at a goddess and it went into her belly.

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.

A glint of wicked pleasure danced across his face as he grabbed the man by the jaw, “You can only get it up by beating on women, huh? Little prick piece of shit.” The guy glared daggers at Jude, pure hatred burning in his eyes. They flicked over to me desperately, as though I’d help him. Once he realized I wouldn’t, he spat a wad of saliva at Jude. It trailed down my brother’s cheek, who stood there smiling like a fucking psycho. Jude tutted, then turned to me. “I think I’m going to cut his tongue off. Maybe a hand too if I feel like it.” I looked up at the reinforced ceiling with its steel beams and sighed, “You said he’s a Dark Matter dealer, yea? You don’t have the precedent to kill him,

Jayden gave no response to this, instead he turned around and looked at the dead bodies of the hooded assassins, and with a slow flick of his wrist he cleaned the blood from his sword against the robes of one of them, then he sheathed it in one smooth motion. "They were sent by someone close to kill you all," he said in a low and rather cold voice. I stared at him, my pulse still racing. "By who? why–" "I have no idea," he interrupted. "But whosoever they are must be waiting for a reply or else another group would be sent." As he said this he knelt beside one of the dead werewolves and searched him. Jayden knelt beside the lifeless body of the beast he had slain, his fingers moving deftly th