Killer Klowns Spikey Novels & Stories

Kylie was shot and I haven’t even spoken to her because I just can’t. My loose slacks I took from Den a month ago and black sneakers don’t say badass biker. The leather jacket I am wearing with the prospect sign on it does. “Those fluffy chocolate mallows.” Killer is standing with his hands behind his back. His cold eyes frowning in a scowl when the shop lady in front of him still can’t find what he is looking for. I have my hands on the trolley handle trying really hard not to laugh. “Chocolate coated Marshmallows, fifth aisle bottom shelf, you welcome.”

he said firmly and I pulled it up at my collarbone and used my bent elbows to cover my front. Hissing, he went to the counter, grabbed the roll of paper towels, and ran several underneath the tap. “That bastard did a number on you. Guess his pack’s namesake stands true,” he huffed. Giving him a questioning look I asked him what he meant. Shaking his head he grinned slightly as he dabbed the damp towel on my back. “Kellen is the Alpha’s son of the Howler Claw pack. They are notorious for clawing their enemies,” he mumbled as he continued cleaning the claw marks on my back.

"Who sent you?" He stammered, "They didn't say a name. Just... that you'd know." Killian's smirk was cold enough to freeze the air. "Oh, I know." Of course it had to be Black Scorpion. What the hell was his deal? He wanted to spook us out, really? Games like this are just stupid. And judging from the look on Killian's face, he was just as sick of it as I was. Without another word, he swung the butt of his gun, knocking the man out cold. His body slumped sideways, as limp as a discarded coat.

, he wants to find out why the guy killed Almond. "I was happy when I saw you here, you are a pro" Clint smiled, "I remember some hours ago you are actually telling me that I aren't a pro" "My bad, I looked you up a moment a go, and to my knowledge you are really a pro" "Ahh I see, so what did you see then" "Huhhh, for me I will say that you are really more good in being a gun spy than this. Clint smiled, "what made you say so"

Teema interjected with a cough, “The last one does sound a little embellished. Surviving a spell that has been added to by more than one magus does not sound to be possible.” “I have done a few cool sounding things, but some of those I had help, and some I don’t fully remember everything,” Rex said, “So Skul, your battle?” he asked, trying to push the attention away from himself. “Dinner!!” a loud growl from beside the chairs startled everyone beside Rex, Skul and Kiri. It was Horken, he now stood leaning over next to Kiri, it was only then did Rex notice in the crystal’s light that possessed huge tusks that protruded from his lower jaw in the same place as his bottom set of canines, exiting

The blindfold which clung to his face was already damp with sweat. Karma stood over Marcus's naked body, she then reached for her bag, and brought out a ball that could fit into a mouth, she leaned on the bed and slashed his cheek with the knife. Horrified, Marcus opened his mouth to scream, but Karma placed the ball into his mouth, stopping him from screaming. She then covered his mouth with a cloth, tying it firmly by the side. 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.

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

But now- Riana's train of thoughts was interrupted by a sudden knock on the front door that alarmed both girls. Clara looked at the knocking door with a horrified expression. "The killer's here," Clara whispered anxiously. "Re-" Clara quickly pressed Riana's mouth to not let her speak. "Shhhh, don't talk so loudly. They will know we are awake and quickly break in." Clara whispered in Riana's ear. Riana just nodded as a response. Then Clara let go of Riana's mouth and she signed her to follow. Both girls hid behind the big couch. The knocking suddenly stopped and now the person was twisting the doorknob trying to open it. Clara quickly opened her bag and brought out a black device that looked

Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings. Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off. “Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them. “This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.