Killer Sans Cute Novels & Stories

He ducked under a swung fist that pulverized a concrete pillar, spun, and brought the flaming broadsword down in a devastating arc. The first board member—formerly the CFO—was sliced clean in half, the solar fire on the blade instantly cauterizing the wound and incinerating the abyssal parasite inside. "That's one less bonus to pay," Killian growled, stepping over the ashes. Three more rushed him. Killian dropped his sword, grabbed two by their tailored collars, and smashed their heads together with enough force to create a localized shockwave. Their skulls shattered, leaking green witch-fire before they collapsed. The third, he caught by the throat, channeling his Alpha heat directly into t

the latter said smilingly. "We both know the answer. Why not have the Zelta or someone else inform her, so she could prepare?" "That seems reasonable, but..." Killian paused, staring at his Beta. "You want to see her unprepared and tease her till she tears up?" "I'm not that cruel," "Says the man who wanted both Sergei and Casey's heads," Cayne rolled his eyes. "I said that because I missed you a lot," "Oh, save it. You just wanted to fley and frustrate those poor guys. One day, they might really grow 6 hands and 3 heads just to beat you up,"

“Come on then. Show us what the curse can do when you stop crying about it.” Killian didn’t answer. He hit the first guy so hard the mask cracked. Second guy swung. Killian ducked, came up under him, ripped throat open in one motion. Third tried to flank. Killian spun, grabbed his arm, snapped it backward, then drove claws into the side of his neck. The tall guy stopped smiling. “You’re supposed to be weak.” Killian wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not tonight.” He went for the tall guy next. Shadows flickering around the tall guy like he was trying to pull some magic.

Seven replied. Killian had always been rebellious by nature, pushing boundaries and testing limits simply for the thrill of it. Yet he also knew that Knox wasn't someone to be trifled with lightly. The latter lacked a sense of humor and couldn't appreciate even the most basic jokes or playful provocations. "No need to fret, bro," Killian said with a casual shrug, his tone deliberately nonchalant in the face of Seven's thinly veiled warning. "Just making sure he's still human underneath that ice."

The quiet that followed stretched, filled only by the rhythmic sound of the knife against the board. And then Kade’s phone buzzed but he didn’t reach for it immediately. Which, for some reason, made my pulse spike. “Aren’t you going to check that?” I asked. “In a second.” “You don’t seem curious.” “I am,” he said, finally setting the knife down. “I’m just deciding whether I want to be annoyed now or in thirty seconds.” I stared at him. “What it it’s Killian, hurt?” Kade chuckled again. “If a petty corporate thief was enough to hurt Killian then maybe he simply deserved to be hurt.”

With a powerful jerk, he hurled the gray wolf into the air; the sickening crack of bones on impact confirmed his death. Without hesitation, Killian snapped the brown wolf’s neck between his teeth, ending the fight with one final, guttural growl. Then, he wiped the blood from his muzzle with his foreleg, his chest rising and falling heavily as his gaze swept over the lifeless rogues. Low growls still rumbled from his throat, his breath heavy through his nostrils as his dangerous gaze now shifted to the woman who always managed to make him feel miserable—because she never stopped putting herself in danger.

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

If Kira recognizes some of the Alphas being shown on tv, she doesn't say anything. She glanced at Ashton to see that he was already done with his food, that was fast. He had that blank expression on his face that told her he had muted the world around him, this was how he normally was even in class. Kira had known that only bad people were being sent to the mad pact, but she hadn't thought it was this bad. Some were guilty of killing off their whole pack, others burnt their families alive, and one was even suspected of eating his sister ( very scary ). There was a certain Alpha who raped a total number of 46 women in his pack and then proceeded to write his name on their bodies with a hot ir

“I’m sorry for that, I lost my cool a little there.” He turns around completely, walking towards the bar probably to get another drink since he was done with his other glass. The boy confirms my thought of wanting to die when he pulls out a dagger from his pocket and lunges, or attempts to lunge it at Killian. He would have had better luck if he targeted me. But the one thing that made Killian famous was his reflex. So, I was even less surprised when on my next sip, there was a bloody severed head on the floor of the room.

“Or… I’ll help you.” Rosen gasped as Killian lunged in a blur. Killian's massive hand closed over Rosen’s cold fingers, completely swallowing them. He forced Rosen’s grip tight against the metal, flicking off the safety with a flick of his palm. His thumb found Rosen’s index finger and pinned it flush against the cold curve of the trigger. “This is how you kill, bird. You don’t shake. You don’t cry. You pick your target, and you commit.” For one second, Rosen thought Killian had lost his mind—that the Dragon lord was genuinely helping him end his own life.