Killer Instinct Hero Novels & Stories

“Yes, you do. Kris and Preston will never have the heart to push you like I can, and Hunter has other responsibilities. I am the only one who can help you, little wolf. You need me.” Killian growls softly, baring his fangs. Of the four brothers, Killian seems to me to be the most deadly and brutal. Even Alpha Hunter does not have such darkness inside him. He is willing to inflict and take more damage than the others. I don’t know why that is a turn-on for me. “I will train you. I am not asking.”

One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius. Killian moved faster. He launched his colossal body across the forest floor, intercepting the Gloom-Stalker mid-air. Killian’s massive jaws clamped down on the creature’s chitinous head. CRUNCH. > A sickening, explosive sound of hardened bone shattering echoed through the forest. Black, corrosive ichor sprayed across Killian’s silver fur, sizzling as it met his solar heat. But the creature didn't die. Even with its head partially crushed, its eight legs continued to thrash, its jagged claws raking desperately against Killian’s impenetrable skin, trying to puncture his internal organs. They were engineered to ignore pain and fight past de

Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed. "F**k your rules, Killian! You're a psycho f**ker with the blackest heart, and you can't see past your nose to care about the feelings of others. You're like aids. You hide in the shadows and feed on the life force of your victims. You present a sweet face and it's all hot and steamy until your victim realised that you've f**ked them over and left them to die, while you search for someone else to kill."

The velvet armchair was flipped over, the glass from the window shattered across the floorboards, and the sweet scent of rain and crushed leaves was completely drowned out by the metallic stench of fresh blood. In the center of the room, Killan was on his knees, his stormy blue eyes wide with shock as he clutched a deep, ragged claw wound across his shoulder. He was gasping for air, his dark hair soaked in sweat. "Hayes..." Killan choked out, pointing a trembling hand toward the shattered window. "An assassin... a rogue sector squad. They didn't come to steal her. They came to kill her. Her father... Kieran leaked the layout of the wing."

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

Killian shot back. There's no single day he doesn't feel ashamed being associated with late alpha Reid. Many people might see him as a hero for reuniting the midnight pack and creating a powerful Kingdom. But in his heart, the late alpha was nothing but a brutal killer who did not have any regard for other people's lives. He claimed lives carelessly and ruined the lives of many families and women. " At least with your father's name, people won't call you a bastard." Damian replied. " I'd rather be called a bastard than bear the name of a psychopath. " Killian replied in a low voice.

Chapter 9 °° HÉCTOR °° I blow out a breath as I walk out of the clinic. Helene and Gustavo are outside waiting, they immediately turn to me. “How did it go?’’ Helene asks first, fondling her stethoscope nervously. “The shots weren't effective. She could still recall my indifference towards her yesterday.” I snap, hating to even think about how I nearly got busted back there. Helene hesitates. “She isn't supposed to be up already right now, but her wolf. Healers are never easy targets, I'm afraid it might be a hassle for us to handle her.’’

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.