Kill La Kill Main Character Novels & Stories

He signals and count to three until a read button appears signaling that the show is on air. Tonight, in my own show, I will show the world about the brutal killings that are happening in our country. “ The first victim was killed at the night of August 24 at one of the roads in this city. During our report we’ve initially thought that it was just an ordinary homicide but the details are too accurate to conclude that it was..” I’ve looked at the other camera and flip my script page. “ With mangled body and no organs, the victim eyes are set in a pitch black condition. Isn’t it familiar?”

He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him. But he’s our mate, her wolf whined. He killed our family and took Nadia, she sighed back. Andrea didn’t blame her wolf for wanting to be with him regardless, but she knew better. She understood he was lethal and the cause of her pain. “Okay! Listen up. We have a new transfer – Andrea”, the Beta’s voice carried over the crowd, everyone turned to look at her. She kept her eyes fixed to the beta and nodded, not once looking at his alpha a mere foot from him.

However, they don't break down in tears or experience PTSD attacks. We grew up with the sound of gunfire. Lily ought to act similarly. She was present when Kian attempted to kill Laye on his birthday. She even assisted Nathan's wife Ella with gathering the ladies in the basement. I followed Kian and Pakstan at the same time to apprehend the would be killer. He was shot in the back of his neck when we found him. Using the man's image, Hades performed a thousand background checks but was unsuccessful. We still don't know who attempted the murder or who killed the assassin.

No will. Only heartbreak. I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen. “For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.” The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me. I was never one of them. Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.

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.

His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes. I don't know when this gruesome murder will take place. My foresight can't delve deeper due to my dwindling strength. So, I focus on what I can to see the details of the Alpha's face who killed Cassian: He's incredibly handsome. His clothes are exquisite. His skin is as white as milk. And he stands tall. Why, when I look at him, do I feel like I'm seeing Cassian? "Jesse. May I ask about the appearance, form, or face of the Alpha named Dorian Phoenix?"

Each strike was deliberate and calculated, my aim true, as I engaged in a lethal waltz with my enemies. I did not lie that I shall kill Valerie. And I will prove to her that I am not just a Luna. The thrill of battle made me alive, my senses heightened and attuned to every subtle movement in the shadows. I relished this dance, reveling in the power that surged through my being. As I spun around, a swift movement caught my eye. My gaze locked with Alpha Zarion who stood at the edge of the clearing. Well, he didn’t even lift a finger to help me yet I remained victorious in slitting the throats of the Rogues—the very Rogues that killed Elliot, no doubt under Hestia and Brandon’s command.

Maybe he's been gentle with me because he wants me to appear soft and delicate to the watching eyes of Lade, the man I'm supposed to kill. I began to look around, surveying as far of the hall as my eyes could. There are different people in their little groups seated around tables, talking and laughing. As my eyes skimmed through the place more, I caught Lade watching me. I don't know how I recognized him but I just knew it was him. How could I forget? Brown hair, and a scary face with a diagonal scar on his face from his forehead to his right jaw.

I watched sadly as his eyes closed in death. Another line was drawn and this mad killing continued till they killed off the fourth boy, leaving them with only one boy. Perhaps, the winner of the game. “What is your name?" Killian asked as he began to untie the boy. “Chris," he muttered in a quivering voice. "Chris," Lucian muttered and chuckled. Killian dragged him to his feet but his wobbly feet threw him down to the floor again. The two brothers smirked as they watched him struggle to get up.