Kill La Kill Main Character Novels & Stories

"Killian? That madman?" Someone in the chat gasped. "This is Hell Mode." "This Alpha has been betrayed by everyone since he was a pup. His own mother tried to strangle him, his Mate rejected him, and even his best friend stabbed him in the back. He’s nothing but an emotionless killing machine now." It sounded terrifying, but we had no retreat. The System opened the identity selection interface. Everyone started with 10 initial points. Cousin Chloe, a drama student at Yale, was the first to step up.

I took her to bed and buried myself in her until dawn. It should have cleansed me. It didn’t. No matter how many times I drove into her, no matter how she clawed at my back and begged for more, it didn’t erase the image of indigo eyes staring into the camera as if he could see me through it. Helena finally slept, satisfied…….I didn’t. —- I had tried to kill the stupid human again this week. That is the part that burns the most. I, Xander Nightfall, heir to the Nightfall pack, trained from adolescence in the art of silent death, failed.

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

Albert reacted immediately and got into a fight with the killer, but due to his old age, he was no match for the other man. I looked around in terror, trying to find something to defend myself. All I saw was a tiny fruit knife. Soon, Albert was lying in the pool of his own blood. The killer turned to look at me. As the familiar pain hit me, I stabbed the knife into his neck. Blood splattered everywhere, but I was the first to fall. Comments appeared once more. [The side character still died in the end. The villain was so close!] [Dude! Come and avenge your wife!]

“Kill who?” “They had tried to kill someone dear to us,” she said, walking away from me. There was really no need to question her further, she wasn’t going to reveal who. “Did you do all this?” I asked, looking around the room. It looked familiar, the patterns, the slash marks. It was just like I had seen at Maverick’s camp. “Kgor,” I pointed to the dead man on the throne. His eyes and tongue pulled out. “That was all Roman when I arrived, he had already killed his father and declared himself Alpha,” she replied.

Rainey got wise to my lies and exposed me. Shaun threatened to kill me when he found out the truth. Terrified, I begged him for mercy, but in the end, I had to play dead in order to escape his rage. But due to that ordeal, I'd lost my ability to have children. I hated Elizabeth Simmons. She'd tricked me into going back to her hometown, where she'd tormented me. I pushed her off the stairs one day, causing her to have a severe stroke. That was how I finally escaped her clutches.

He’s back on his feet, and even though he’s limping there’s murder in his eyes. I kick him in the stomach, and he grunts. I kick him again, and he falls to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman getting to her feet. She lunges at me, but I step to the side and grab her arm before she can slice at me. She’s fast, but I’m stronger. I twist her arm, and she drops her sword. “No!” the man shouts. “Don’t kill her.” I pause. My heart’s hammering, and I don’t know what to do. I’m not a killer. I don’t want to be a killer.

However, what he did not know was that James the man with Stanley and Dennis had intended to keep him alive so that his boss Kyle would take his own sweet time to settle scores with him making the man who calls himself The Kill regret that he was ever born. Otherwise, The Kill would not have survived James's full wrath. The Kill as he calls himself was a foreigner. He was a very known assassin on the dark web. He was only eight years old when he was abducted and trained to be an assassin. Out of one hundred and fifty nine kids, he was the only one who made it out. Many feared his name The Kill as every time he is seen, he brings death. His victims are mostly big men and people in power. But

It seemed that this fight was being extended into the streets. I realized with panic that this beast planned to knock me around the whole city before it ended me. “I am Asher Killian!” I yelled as it attacked me. I evaded its blow and circled around him until I lunged at his back. I grabbed me roughly and threw me off his back. I landed on my feet and turned to him. He stood still for a while as he tried to process what had happened. He tried to walk but fell to his knees and on his face. He was dead.

"Kill didn't kill the elders and pups, don't worry. He still has a heart, and makes sure they have a new pack to join in. But the rest, he himself burned them. Alive or not." "That's impossible," I murmured. There's no way that really did happen. My mind was fighting over it because Kat was talking about it right now. And every other continental packs knew about Quillon and what he did. That suddenly made it more true. "Is that why you call him 'Kill'? Because he kill werewolves?" "No!" Kat laughed, landing another slap on my shoulder. Okay, I think I'm getting used to her violence. "He was already called Kill when I met him. It was his childhood nickname."