Killer Angels Book Summary Novels & Stories

"...The New Order has members deep inside the Werewolf Corps now. The new commander, Vesper, is one of their leaders. Ever since Haden went down, they've been moving fast. They already have a whole system ready. They're going to extract Azren's essence during the ritual. They believe it's the key to making them strong enough to take over most of the supernatural organizations." My stomach drops. Jake lets out a shaky breath. "It's pathetic, really... but effective. They even have a death chair specifically designed for him. It's been reinforced, with runes carved into it to keep him alive just long enough to drain everything." Everyone in the room goes still. Danika's hand flies to her mouth

Draven’s injury only deepened the rage, and Azrik’s path to healing was dark. He found torturing them therapeutic, psychotic right? But it worked. Rhydan, Cassara and Liora Saw hell. He kept them alive for months to suffer. Over and over. Death hovered, but never claimed them, until it did. Cassara was the first to break. Liora followed, and Rhydan met the slowest end. It was brutal, it was merciless, and it was justice, in Azrik’s eyes. After that, he disbanded the Scentless Killers. No more assassins for the elite. The message was clear that the era was over. Those who tried to defy the new order were hunted and erased, by Azrik himself, with Draven at his side.

’ Killian grinned and gave him a theatrical bow, we need to leave now so we can enjoy the show. Kalvin heard the heavy metal doors clunk close and the deadlocks activating and finally he noticed the line of flames that ran around the whole room and slowly began to advance toward him, igniting everything in their path. His heart rate picked up and began to thud so loudly in his ears he thought it would surely burst through his chest but that would have been an easy way to die. The flames licked closer, he could feel their heat as fire engulfed the walls and machinery, vials of fluid popped as the intense heat incinerated them. Accelerants had been placed strategically to cause maximum damage

Kiara was already terrified but grateful to Clyde. She realized that they are triplets during her brief stay with them, and then remembered that she had heard about them before. Pack Oasis was a well-known pack, and she had heard about the Devil Triplets that everyone talks about, including how cold and ruthless they are as well as how Godly Good-looking they are. However, the thing she heard the most, aside from how Good-Looking they are, was how Devilish and ruthless they are. She is aware And has heard of how they torment and kill their enemies, and in the short time she spent with them, she could see that they had a very dark side. Despite her best efforts to avoid it, she knew that even

Killian: I cleaned the cut that was on my fingers and shook my head as I recalled what happened. The fact that I found the man waiting for us was something that annoyed me. It only showed me that he wanted me to find him. The Bernardi were playing a dangerous game, and that was something that they all knew, but the consequence that would follow what they were doing was going to be lethal. And their assassin’s head being sent to them in a box, when they initially expected it to be mine, would be direct proof of it.

“All the supernatural world knows it— I know it— how come you don't know? I swear, I can tell you where he is—" Rage flared suddenly in Zane’s icy eyes. "By the Angel, everyone we capture—the lots of you assholes, always claim you know where the so-called bastard is. Everyone knows where he is. The fool is in hell. And you—" Zane turned the knife in his grasp, pointing the blade towards the boy's heart, the edge sparkled like a line of fire. "You will join him there."

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

They are bribing me like what they did to the Messiah, but I will not fall for that. "No. thank you, demon. I do not need anything from you. You see this book, I am gonna take this to death," I said while waving the book as if I am going to throw it down the sea. I saw how it made them angry. I can't help but smile. That is right demons, we will play this game with my rules. Michelle now has a more creepy-looking zombie face, smiling from ear to ear. "Tell me, kid, do you recognize her?" Michelle pointed to my left, there I saw my smiling mother. Just like that, the courage that I have is washed-out. Suddenly tears started to stream from my eyes once again.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in a go. "That bad?" She asked him, referring to his day. "I had to get information from a dude." He poured himself another glass and drank it. "Ooh! Have they caught Alberto?" She smiled at him and went to the kitchen. She knew how much he hated torturing people. Marcos was one of the few people she knew who had a conscience. He would act all tough, but she knew he preferred to just kill his targets quickly. "Not yet, the guy is sneaky."