Killer Of Gods Novels & Stories

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

Nico, freaking Nico. "Long time no see, Killer. I see your plan to dominate has failed huh? Did not take him long to discard you , such a shame for someone who takes everything she wants without moving a picky finger too much or sometimes, at all." What kind of new mockery was this and what is he doing here? "You do know that I know right?" I questioned, making sure that he knows I know that he worked for Alvaro and spent years telling me a lie. "Yeah I know and I know your anger is multiplied but you won't come for me now, you have a lot on your plate at the moment." Nico confidently proclaimed.

“I will never bear a child.” “A shame,” Samuel said softly. “As the line dwindles.” “They all do,” she told him. “That has been the goal of the God Killer for thousands of years, hasn’t it? To trap the gods and goddesses in the aether realm, so that he is King of this one?” “That is so,” Ember joined Samuel. “He has all but won.” “Ah,” Delwyn nodded. “But there is always hope is there not?” “That is why we’re here,” Samuel put his arm around Ember’s shoulders. “To do what we can.”

A badass queen. The revelation is like a splash of cold water hitting me. I'm in love with a fucking killer. The thought should make me run in the opposite direction but my body betrays me as excitement starts pooling in my stomach. I am disappointed she didn't consider revealing that part of her life to me but that disappointment can't compare to the relief I feel. Now,my team has nothing to worry or accuse Hera of. If there's something I know,the killer angels have Zero association with any group be it a biker,a gang or the Mafioso. They act on their own and don't engage in anything illegal like drug trafficking, weapon smuggling or money laundering.

“No. Not again. We fight together.” Killian’s eyes softened for just a second — then hardened like steel. “Then stay close.” The first of the Blood Gods emerged fully, their massive figures shaped from shadow and molten crimson. Eyes like dying stars fixed on the two of them. One leaned forward, its voice a hiss that crawled through Aria’s mind. “The mortal dares carry divine blood. And the fallen Alpha stands beside her.” Killian straightened, his aura flaring gold. “We stand against you.”

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“Surprised, Alpha? You shouldn’t be. After all, you left quite a mess behind.” Sylvester’s expression darkened. “Who are you working for?” The figure’s smirk widened. “That’s for me to know…and for you to find out.” Before they could react, the figure tossed a smoke bomb to the ground, the thick cloud obscuring their escape. When the smoke cleared, they were gone, leaving only questions in their wake. The survivors regrouped, their faces etched with exhaustion and grief. “We lost three,” one of the warriors reported grimly. “And Harken…he’s not going to make it.”

If he was telling her the truth, she would determine that he has some sort of long-term amnesia. Goldie seemed like the perfect key. It’s almost as if God was serving him up in a silver platter as Katcha watched him knock Leonardo out. With the way how her arm broke when a golden glow started encasing it, she knew she had to have him. He’s not a killer, and she could see that thanks to her first day of meeting him, where he dragged her out of Leonardo's grasp. “You seem like such a sweetheart. Why are you here with these two assholes here?” Katcha asks again, referring to Leonardo and Darryl.

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.

He wanted to rule over the heavens even if it meant killing his own kind. They didn't know it was him, yet, until he killed a god. Horror spread through not just vhal'zyrr but the four corners of the universe as well as Yilthir, the watcher of the universe died, his essence drained out of his body. Zerathos had now tasted the power of a god and darkness began to grow within him. An insatiable hunger for more essence from gods. One by one, he killed and drained more gods, disrupting the balance that held the universe together.