Justice And Splendor Ultrakill Novels & Stories

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

he replied, a hint of anger in his voice. "I mean, you can't just kill someone and expect to get away with it." "Why not?" he spat back. "Justin did it with Zion, didn't he? He killed my best friend, and yet he walks free. Is it because I don't have money?" "Justin didn't kill Zion. You have no proof whatsoever that he did. And I'm not having this conversation with you. Just let me go. You can't keep me here forever."

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

Enyo rolls her eyes at my mate. “Seriously, Ashley, you are so dramatic. At no point was I going to kill you or that pup in you, for fuck sake its a dislocated shoulder. Your mate likes to whip me regularly, and you never hear me crying about it” Enyo mocks her, and honestly she has a point. I have seen Enyo kill and Ashley is no match for her. It would be easy for a warrior like her to kill someone like her.

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

His hand holding the revolver trembled violently; he was extremely nervous. "Yes, that's our job, Martin!" Julian replied, seeming more experienced in taking lives. However, Murat acted quickly because the two foolish men were extremely dangerous. He drew his Desert Eagle pistol from behind his back and fired at the stomachs of the two new aides in a flash. "BANG! BANG!" Two consecutive, precise shots incapacitated the two men in front of Murat and Emily. Julian Ramos and Martin Lockheart lay sprawled on the steps of Chicago City Hall, their stomachs gushing fresh blood.

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

“We’ve got to move. The system’s on a countdown. Fifteen minutes to full ignition.” Aria reached for the core interface and inserted the encryption key Isabelle had crafted. The glass cracked. The pulse dimmed. “Kill switch accepted,” the system said. “Emergency override in progress.” But then—the screens turned red. “Manual override denied. Human authorization is insufficient.” “Dammit,” Aria hissed. “He blocked the kill code.” Creed’s voice returned. “This was never about shutting me down. It was about proving you couldn’t. You’re still playing chess in a game I redesigned.”

He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride . It was a heavily decorated talking double-barrelled revolver. This weapon had an "Over Kill" mode activated by killing enemies, where bullets were turned into weapons, significantly increasing damage!!!!! ---------------------