Kill La Kill Elite Four Novels & Stories

And a message underneath all four faces that made my blood go completely cold. “Special Targets. Bonus Lives Awarded For Elimination.”

Fia focused her eyes on the screen of her phone, and her eyes darted from the mini map to the top part of the screen and back. As an assassin, she needed to have great map awareness and be cunning enough to cut off the enemies from the back! Very quickly, words began to appear on her screen. First Blood! Double Kill! Triple Kill! Quad Kill! Penta Kill!

The Ice King became the storm. He stepped completely out of cover, drawing the Vanguard fire entirely onto himself. The heavy Kevlar plates of his armor absorbed the glancing blows as he marched forward. His combat shotgun roared—once, twice, three times. The devastating, close-range concussive force completely shattered the Vanguard line, dropping three of the mercenaries to the floor. The fourth Elite pivoted, aiming a heavy grenade launcher directly at Julian’s chest. Maya stepped flawlessly into Julian’s blind spot. She raised her 9mm, her restored memories guiding her hand with terrifying, absolute perfection. She squeezed the trigger. The bullet pierced the Elite's visor, dropping him

Daniela turned just in time to see Killian walking in, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, hair still slightly tousled in that unfair way he had in the mornings. Behind him came chaos. Four identical heads, four identical uniforms, four identical missions to destroy peace. Daniela smiled before she could stop herself. Killian glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting. He moved closer, casually resting a hand at the small of her back as he leaned in to push a strand of hair off her face. Four pairs of eyes locked onto the hand instantly. One of the boys coughed loudly. Killian didn’t move it. Another cleared his throat. Dramatically.

All of them were looking at the body on the ground with a sad and indignant look on their faces. “Number four!” The First Elder flew down and directly knelt in front of the Fourth Elder. “Number four! Why…Why did you die such a horrible death?! Number four, who was the one that killed you? I will definitely avenge you! We shall definitely avenge you!” The Fourth Elder had a good relationship with the First Elder but no matter how the First Elder called out to him, the Fourth Elder was dead and was no longer breathing. “Who was that? Could it really be somebody from the Nine Armies who’s at the ninth-grade ultimate god-level?” Edward had a cold expression on his face and he felt extremely bad

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND.

All they needed to do was begin to scan areas and see where it points to. One thing I was certain of was that I would not let anyone cage me again because some pathetic group of humans upgraded their toys. That was when Harold returned bearing graver news. They had already started picking our kind and the guy Peter saw was not the first. "Have there been any bodies so far?" Jacob asked him. Seriously? Was that even a question? "None yet. They're smart with how they pick out their targets and do well to dispose of them accordingly." Harold said.