Kill La Kill Crossover Novels & Stories

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

Then five more, surrounding the chamber, exits. And finally, stepping into the candlelight with cold fury in his eyes, Kharo. "Hello, brother," I said, keeping my voice casual despite the adrenaline spiking through me. "I was wondering when you'd finally grow a spine." "You killed her." Kharo's voice was flat. Emotionless. The tone he used when he was containing something volcanic. "You killed Ria." "I harvested her," I corrected. "There's a difference. Killing is wasteful. Harvesting is... efficient."

"Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said." I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!" If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote. Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it? Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry. She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion. She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

He was dead. I killed him.

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

Riza followed suit, then they raced back to the house. ‘’What is it Arnold?’’ Kyro asked his Beta. ‘’There was a killing just on the outskirts of Moon Creek’s border in the east.’’ ‘’Shit, that’s Mitch pack, Clear Water pack. Who was killed?’’ Kyro asked. ‘’His sister.’’ Kyro stumbled back as if slapped. ‘’By whom?’’ ‘’Marcus and his Beta.’’ ‘’We need to stop that sick fuck,’’ Riza stepped forward. All eyes turned to her. Wondering when she now hated her previous Alpha, then they noticed it.