Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

“This is about justice. About what they did to us. I don’t care what it takes.” “You don’t care?” she whispered, eyes filling with emotion. “You’d pretend to fall in love with him—just to kill him?” “This is the only way. I’ve trained my whole life for this. Lucien has to die.” Silence stretched between us. Then Lydia stepped forward, her voice soft and scared. “If you do this and they find out—” “They won’t,” I said quickly. Evelyn’s fists clenched. “Then we’re going with you.”

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

"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."

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

“You can't waste any more minute here, or the Luna's assassins will find us.’’ Madam Leah, pulls me up fast, though with a guided arm around my waist. “A–assassins?’’ My heart skips, thudding in horror as my strained muscles stretch out painfully. “Judge me, but I don't blame her for wanting to kill you.’’ She's helping me to the door. “She thinks she's trying to protect the Alpha, but the consequences could be deadly in future.’’ I have alot to say about how she speaks of me like I'm anything special, but the thought that Luna Emily is trying to kill me is heavier. All I've done is love Alpha Klein dearly, and hope someday his family accepts me. But they choose to dwell on my father's stain

He tightened his grip on Faith with one arm and pulled a silver-plated handgun from his jacket. Bang. Bang. Bang. He didn't hesitate. He didn't talk. Three of the Alphas dropped before they could even finish their snarls. When the last two lunged, Killian met them with a brutal, bone-shattering kick that sent one flying through a window. “I don't have time for you, fools, today,” Killian whispered. They reached the tunnels just as a second alarm began to blare. The air inside the drainage system was thick and smelled of damp earth.

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.”

"Mason, the car wasn't on her stomach. There is no way the baby was killed in the crash. "Maybe Lara herself. Maybe she got rid of the baby on purpose. To make you blame me." I shook so hard I thought I was going to fall down. However, Mason held Maya tighter. He did not even pause to think about whether her version made any sense. "Lara, the hospital never called me! "Even if Maya bothers you. You did not get rid of our baby for revenge. You couldn't have. He was your child!" I wiped my face. I went for the truth.

“Your, your dick is the best, yeah….keep fucking me” A slap landed on my pussy, forcing me to cry out, “Take it like a fucking little slut” He pulled out, I couldn't stand, my legs were shaking but he didn't give me time to recover as he positioned me to the side while his shaft thrust in from the side, one of my legs hang up in the air, “You see how I'm fucking you, no one, will fuck you like that, if I see you looking for another man for anything I can do and give to you, I'll fucking show you why my name is Killian Romero”