Killer Chara Novels & Stories

In Cloud tower, the three failed attackers returned with bad news. “The Sword Keeper escaped and Bala is frozen.” Said Vale, pointing to the frozen mass on the floor. Then Kariya unthawed him and said “You failed and before you die, I want you to meet your replacement.” Then a guy with black and yellow spiked hair, wearing a blue jacket, a black shirt and pants entered the room. Bala pleaded with Kariya not to kill him, he was then cut down by Kariya’s wind sword.

With her trembling shoulders , she cut a sorry figure but none , not one person standing in front of her felt pity for her . The woman was Chelsea Kaisen who was currently being held responsible for the crime of killing the unborn child of the Emperor ; Rogue Kellington . " Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen ; I ; The Emperor on account of the various witnesses and proves ; claim you as the culprit for killing the child of the Empress ; Lilian Amelia Kaisen. With Your Criminal record, This Emperor penalizes you with death due dismemberment " " No ! No , I didn't, Your Majesty I didn't!"

He broke down, grabbing at the hem of my coat. “Sherry, you shouldn’t be like this! How can you be so heartless? You used to cook for me, you used to smile when you said my name…” I brushed his hand away, my voice colder than the night wind. “The person you’re talking about is already dead. You killed her yourself.” The color drained from his face. Suddenly, he yanked open his shirt, exposing his chest, pointing wildly at it. “Then take it back! Take my heart! Use a knife, right here, I won’t move!”

Kilian thought to himself with a sly grin, as he towered over the individual who had dared to insult an Alpha such as himself. Tears streamed down the rogue's face as he let out a mournful sob. He will now perish, just like his friends. Fortune had smiled upon the rogue, for he had managed to cling to life for several weeks, unlike his ill-fated comrades, who had perished on the very day they dared to attack the pack. "Are you willing to meet your demise, fool?" Killan was a man of unwavering resolve, particularly when it came to handling those who strayed from the path of righteousness. His heart was as cold as steel, and he showed no mercy to rogues who dared to cross him.

Kiel was still looking at Charlene before he averted his gaze to the leader. She was fuming in anger as he looked at Kiel. “You told us to capture every Lycan and werewolf that we can— he was a hybrid of a Lycan and a werewolf... What else do you want us to do? The other hunters must have thought he was lying about his identity. I, for one, thought so too,”

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Jack's Alpha senses screamed. He dodged left—too slow. A blade of pure shadow energy sliced across his shoulder, drawing black blood. Charon materialized ten feet away. He was surprisingly ordinary-looking—medium build, forgettable face, the kind of man you'd pass on the street without a second glance. But his eyes were pits of absolute darkness. "The Blood Scar's already killing you," Charon observed clinically. "I'm doing you a mercy." "Yeah?" Jack's eyes blazed gold. "Let me return the favor."

It was no longer the fucking bastard who killed my friend and tried to drain me—what stared at me was a wild beast, consumed by bloodlust. My inner force hummed within me. I dropped the dagger. Then I corrected my stance, lowering my knees and raising my guard as Charon lurched himself at me. I watched him calmly, noticing how his unbalanced feet stomped forward and how his claws extended to slice me. A cold smirk twisted my lips. He was too slow.

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

Just stared at her with those dead eyes. Lisa turned to Nyla. "I do not understand you." "What?" "Why are you still here? He is broke. He is worthless. He has nothing to offer you. No money. No status. No future." Lisa's voice was genuinely confused. "What are you getting out of this? Why have you not left him like everyone else?" Nyla smiled. Small and cold. "The satisfaction of watching karma work." Lisa blinked. "What does that mean?" "It means Eric is getting exactly what he deserves. And I want to be here to see it."