Killer Sans Nsfw Novels & Stories

"I am not comfortable with this." "You always have your security dogs watching my every single move anyway.." Elara countered, with a teasing smirk up at him. "What is stopping you from doing exactly that now?" Killian shook his head, his chest heaving. "This is entirely different, Sweetness.." Killian whispered, an unfiltered fear swirling in his eyes. "You have no idea how violently dangerous a Blackwood obsession is."

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

… Consumed by despair and neglecting his duties, Connor had become a liability within the pack; his pack was already considering his replacement. Assured his actions wouldn't endanger the Starlight Pack, Harold ended Connor's life with a single arrow, killing him instantly. Connor simply crumpled to the earth—lifeless. His soul was instantly released. As his spirit ascended, it collided with my own, now radiant and transformed. I looked at my transformed self and realized I no longer had any regrets. I was ready for heaven. Seeing me, Connor desperately tried to move toward me, wanting to embrace me and confess his remorse and love.

My killers. I took slow breaths and gazed at my watch. The seconds were going faster tonight. I could tell something was in the air . A crackle, an omen. But it was not important. "Listen up," I said, speaking low but sharply. They sat up like hounds on command. "I don't care how many bodies hit the ground tonight. Let their camp run red with blood. Burn them to the ground if you can. But make sure someone remains alive."

The moment the door clicked open, the killer rushed in with the chainsaw. Although the retired officer reacted quickly and fought the killer, his age began to show. Slowly, he started to lose the upper hand. I frantically searched around for anything I could use to defend myself, but found nothing. Soon, the officer collapsed, and the killer turned his gaze toward me. Despair washed over me as I shut my eyes. The next second, a sharp pain hit, and my consciousness faded. The live comments appeared like falling snow. "Oh no, she's dead… The hero will only see her dead body when he arrives. That's so sad!"

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

I inquired. When Cassian shook his head, I continued with my hypothesis. "That's right, isn't it? There's something strange about this incident. It's unlikely that a murderer could kill someone without leaving any traces. No witnesses, no evidence. Don't you think it's peculiar?" I continued, turning to look at Cassian's red irises. "It is odd, indeed," he replied. "But let's assume this killer has mysterious powers like you do. Wouldn't something implausible become possible then?"

They love how they split their heads or how they let their blood gush onto their bodies before they kill them. They inhale the essence of the fear in their enemies’ eyes. And finally, they reach their destination where the kingdom hides Alpha Alaric and his strongest men. It doesn’t take the triplets any time to kill off the men who came for them first. “This is a flawless victory, brothers.” Kyle chuckles as he crushes a man till his bones break out of his skin and throws him away like he’s just crushed a piece of paper. “I know, right?” Speaks Kieran next, yanking one’s heart from his chest.

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."