Kill Switch Manhwa Novels & Stories

“I may have allowed you to ignore Héctor's insistence about not saving the man but I won't let you ignore him and slit your wrist again. Go for your palm instead.’’ I roll my eyes, choosing not to argue and just do as she says. I've had to slit my wrist a number of times and just once out of the many times, I accidentally slit too deep. But now everyone was overreacting about it. Lea scoffed, hearing my thoughts. “If I could keep living without you, you think I'll give a shit about what you do?’’ “Yeah now I think I'm the one who has to shut someone out.’’ I retorted back sassily at her. She refuse to respond now and stayed quiet. I stretch my palm just above the slit on the man's chest and

He looked up to see the picture of a lively, black haired girl with amber eyes. A small label on the picture read: Lee Chaerin (1989-2009)

I couldn't let him. I could feel the power buzzing inside, ready to erupt. With a faint smile, I stepped in front of him, and before he could stop me, I became his shield. I extended my hands, aiming at those who wanted to attack us. The power burst out like lightning, striking fast. Wolves' painful howls and shrieks exploded and died, swallowed by the terrifying silence. The light faded as well, and once it did, my body began to sway. A few heartbeats later, everything turned dark, and I could only hear someone's voice desperately calling my name...

And now they’re using my own love to incinerate me. “Kael...” I projected into the dying link, my voice a whisper of digital ash. “The... basement... the... Sector... Zero... records...” "I... see... it... Aria..." Kael’s voice hummed, a low, tectonic resonance of pure, unadulterated rage. "The... contract... has... a... manual... kill-switch... but... it’s... not... in... the... machine... it’s... in... the... blood..."

"You’ll never look at Jace again—not after this." Something snapped. A sound built in my throat—half sob, half scream. Not again. Not like this. I wouldn’t let her win. I forced my arms to move. Fumbling. Shaking. Clawed at her wrists—pushed, shoved, fought through the haze. My fingers found the edge of the dildo—threw it across the room. Sophie growled, lunging at me. Instinct took over. I grabbed her throat. She gasped, shocked—then laughed. "You think you can—"