Novel & Cerita Kang The Destroyer

The true goddess of destruction and not to forget. Death. .......The End....

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

She tried to stand, but one of the rogues pounced on her again, pinning her down. Four, no, five rogues surrounded her growling, snarling, and closing in on her. A roar exploded out of me, shaking the trees and every rogue turned. Good, look at me. Look at your fucking death. I launched myself forward, and the first rogue didn’t even get a chance to blink. I ripped his throat out in one bite and his blood sprayed across my fur, hot and thick. Another rogue jumped at me from the left and I grabbed him mid-air, slammed him into the ground, and tore his chest open.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

With that, he brought in more people—Marco and Ven, his friends from the orphanage. Stan had been the last to join, but he had a strong reason for wanting to take down Marchetti Corporation—not just the company, but King himself. At least, that was his initial goal. But after recent events, his thirst for vengeance had shifted toward King’s father instead. He would take any opportunity to destroy that man. And now, Kane is their leader. Their master. Their boss. Their frontman in this war. And Stan will do anything to support his master, whom he considers a friend—someone who took him in and gave him a decent life he never thought he could have.

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]

The speaker cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a deeper, graver tone that echoed heavily through the massive speakers. "This group is a brand-new threat. They emerged just about two months ago, but the destruction they have caused is already unimaginable. They call themselves the New Order." He paused, letting the ominous name sink into the minds of the quiet crowd. "They do not operate like normal rogues. They move secretly from pack to pack, leaving nothing but piles of bodies in their wake. They have the numbers, they have the weapons, and most terrifyingly, they possess the power to take down a True Alpha. As of today, they have already murdered ten powerful Alphas."

Instinctively, I knew what the woman was going to say before she said it. Unfortunately, she didn't dispppoint me. "Donald and Julie, the killer of your parents is none other than Donald's uncle. He was the former beta of the pack who desperately wanted the position, so he decided to kill everyone in his way. Unfortunately for him, I caught him in the act and he threatened my life so I had to run away. I wasn't able to come back because he thought I was dead. Also, I had to do something to make sure that he didn't get the throne. He is a bad man, who doesn't deserve any thing good."