Kill La Kill Futa Novels & Stories

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!

It was rage. Pure, burning rage at the two people who had destroyed her. At the husband who had married her for her money and then thrown her away like garbage. At the best friend who had smiled while she died. If there was any justice in the universe, Nyla would come back. She would come back and make them both pay for what they had done. She would take everything from them, just like they had taken everything from her. She would destroy them. But as the flatline continued its endless scream and the doctors finally stopped trying to revive her, Nyla's body went still. Her eyes stared up at nothing. Her chest stopped moving.

Cassian froze completely. Several nearby warriors overheard and looked toward us in shock. One of the servants nervously laughed like they thought I was joking. I wasn’t. My gaze never left Cassian’s face. “Thirty-six times,” I repeated calmly. “Once for every child you killed.” The color drained slowly from his face as he realized that he wasn't the only one who had been reborn. “You remember…” he whispered. “You’re not the only one who got a second chance,” I whispered back.

Memories filled my mind, as clear as day. Murmurs in an old language that promised eternal servitude, chains made from shadows, and symbols searing into bare skin. I'd gotten away once. Barely. I felt sick to my stomach at the sight of them now. No! Not now. Not ever. I snapped the chain taut, throwing my weight forward. It encircled the wrist of the Umbra I'd been fighting. I gave it a violent yank and slammed my knee into its face before it could escape. My knee went through half-solid, half-smoke flesh instead of bone. It let out a deafening scream as I dug into its chest, aiming for the heart. Kade took advantage of the opportunity and tore the Umbra into tiny pieces.

“You could talk to Silas. Convince him. Or—you could help me steal some of his sperm from the hospital. Just one vial. This time, I’ll make everything perfect. No more mistakes.” Her words were mad. Utterly mad. And for the first time, I realized just how far Lila was willing to fall. “Sorry. I can’t.” For Lucien. For the fragile, beautiful new life growing inside me. For the peace I had carved out of chaos. Besides, I owed Lila nothing. Especially not after she had killed me once, out of nothing more than jealousy. The memory alone made me want to watch her drown in her own misery. And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart.

He was just another wall between me and what I truly wanted, and I don't care how, I will get what I want. Still, even as I stood to wash my dish, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was lying to myself, well lying to myself doesn't matter right now, I'm just concerned if he noticed any crack in my mask, that has to be the worst thing that can happen right now. I brought out my encrypted laptop, I had jammed and intercepted the cctv I could get to during the meeting, my previous kills, their companies were always the last on the list but since Roberto is so hard to reach I will have to draw him out with Moretti Global Holdings.

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

“Kill Kaze Lee! Justice for the deceased!” “Kill Kaze Lee! Justice for the deceased!” Their angry chants shook the heavens. “That’s right! Kill Kaze Lee! Justice for the deceased!” Gunter raised his hands in the air and shouted in reply, “Today, I shall seek justice for my brother and my disciple!”

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.