Katekyo Hitman Novels & Stories

The screams and murmurs still continued, two teachers had to come into the cafeteria to caution everyone. "Who is he?." I inquire immediately I and Suzy went back to our seat. "His name is Negan Carter." She says with a huge grin on. "Oh, ok." "He came to this school last week, every girls in this school haven't been themselves ever since then." "Really?." "Yeah. He is cute, isn't he?." Suzy says with her palms on her cheeks obviously daydreaming. "Yeah he is." I replied and glance at him. He's seated alone eating his meal, gosh I love the way his lips are moving.

Rokurō even fucking bowed like the lapdog he is. “I don’t want to kill you, daughter.” Takashi sighed like this was some hardship for him as he drew his blade. “I am no daughter of yours. I renounce any and all ties to you, Takashi Hatake. And when I kill you, I will see your yakuza burn to the ground.” I declared.

the boy said, stuttering a little, as though it was the first time he'd talked to a girl in a long time. "Nice to meet you, Gary. So, you like comic books?" Katherine asked offhandedly. Gary looked at her oddly. Katherine made a gesture towards the black T-shirt now open to view because the buttons of his blue polo shirt were ripped off. The T-shirt had white lettering that read: There's no rehab for comic book junkies. Gary shuffled his feet, plainly embarrassed. "I am a bit of a Marvel brat myself. X-men and such," Katherine said with an easy smile as the world watched in surprise.

"Hey, did you hear what Alfred said? He asked where you, a psycho, are from." The motorcycle driver and Catelyn looked at each other. Although she couldn't see his eyes through the helmet, Catelyn just felt his disdain and menace. Following that, like an ambush beast, the man focused on finding the angle to give the Spyker a fatal blow.

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.

The man looked past him at me. “Orochi remembers your scent.” My stomach turned. Raiken struck him. The attacker’s head snapped sideways. “Where is he?” “Closer than you think.” His body convulsed. Black veins spread across his throat. Hayate moved toward him. “Back away.” Too late. The man collapsed into dark ash. The water fell to the floor. Silence filled the building. Kiyomi pressed one hand to her neck. “I would like to go back to normal now.”

"I'm already dying. Let me die for something that matters. For someone who matters." The cathedral was old. Medieval. The kind of place where faith and violence had already happened a thousand times before. It was defensible. It was meaningful. It was a place where Anastasia could fight surrounded by people who'd chosen her. Katerina trained Lena in the next hour. Not for killing. For surviving. For moving through combat without losing herself. For understanding that strength wasn't about force. It was about will. Dominic, Sable, and Marco planned strategy. They positioned people. They used the cathedral's architecture—the high ceiling, the pillars, the alcoves. They planned for contingencie

Only one letter as the sender: H. “My game of chess isn’t over. The next king will fall. Be prepared.” Harley clenched his teeth. Tears welled up… then he stood. “I’m not a pawn. I’m not a puppet. You’ll see for yourself, Hideko—I know this is definitely your doing,” he said. — Autumn wind rustled the bamboo curtains. In a quiet, traditional Japanese room, the sound of high heels walking firmly down a wooden corridor was heard. Hideko sat calmly in the center of the room. Elegant. Serene. In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family.

The katana moved forward, aiming for the middle finger of one of the men kneeling before him. “Aghhh!” A scream echoed in the room. Kenji had only grazed him; he had not yet severed anything. “I really don’t know! I was just following orders from Takeo!” The man screamed in pain, naming the man beside him. The katana then shifted to Takeo’s throat. “You work for Kuryugumi and dare to lie? You know I can erase your entire existence without a trace. Kenji growled, "Your family won't even see your body, not even a finger."

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly