Kill La Kill Stars Novels & Stories

Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin. In any case, he was the king of world killers. Even if he were to die, he could not suffer such humiliation. Star Soul Evil Spirit smiled and said, “Don’t worry, of course I won’t do this to you. I will successfully dissect you and then throw you into the salt water to slowly heal your wounds. After that, I will cut your wounds open and throw you back into the salt water again. This process will let you taste what is called a fate worse than death!”

Everything that should have been engaged in combat within the labyrinth was now plainly visible on this battlefield. The five Alpha siblings, who should have been Cassian's adversaries, wielding divine lightning from the skies, appeared equally bewildered by the unfolding events. /CLANG! CLANG!/ Shortly after Cassian's cries had resonated so audibly in my ears, the tranquil battlefield was once again filled with a loud sound, the clash of two sharp objects. I couldn't recall anyone carrying swords into this battle, given that nearly all of Maximilian's kingdom's soldiers had perished. Only the Alpha power users remained, who had no need for swords.

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

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.

he muttered, watching me closely as he turned a page in his notebook. "We just need to clip the wings of the local reporters first, then we use a standard drop-and-bury maneuver on the national feeds so the syndicates don't get a chance to open an active file on your wolf's behavior," I explained without thinking, using the exact terminology my father’s captains used when they were cleaning up a messy hit in the city. Riley stopped moving his pen and his eyebrows came together in a sharp line, and the room grew very quiet as he stared at me like I had just spoken in a foreign language.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

I said blushing as he holds me close to his body that I could practically smell his perfume and feel his warmth. When I didn't hear him say anything I thought I offended him by calling him a name synonym to death. “Oh! Is it okay to call you Kill? Or–” Killiad tilted his head towards the dark skies above us with its glittering magnifying beauty, a soft smile on his lips. I copied his movement, marking the night as one of the best nights of my life despite what happened earlier. “You're welcome, wife and yes, it's okay to call me by my nickname.” I smiled, never looking away from the stars above.

Tristan barked as my mate and I wandered out of the mansion front door as if nothing happened. “We’ve gathered everyone. It’s over, right?” Tristan asked. Kade and I shared a look. “No, but this part is over.” “Oh, great. That means there’s still more shit to do,” Tristan grumbled and walked off. “Kade… How come the goddess didn’t mark me when I killed Harlow?” He tugged me closer. “Because it was a power kill. This was a symbolic kill. Kahn was a powerful wolf. It’s not a bad mark; it’ll just tell anyone who comes against us that we have a higher status.”

The automated biological sensors just went completely dead! Killian snatched the radio directly out of Jace's hand, his voice a rabid snarl. This is Alpha Killian! Use your eyes, you idiots! She's on foot! She's starved and she's bleeding from her chest! Spotlights on the fence line right now!