Killer Sans Nsfw Novels & Stories

It’s his jeans that are soaked red. Lochlan stands there, broken but unrepentant, waiting. Cheryl, his aunt and the alpha female, sidles up behind Killian. She reaches out to touch his arm. He snarls over his shoulder, the message so powerful and clear that even I trip back a step. “We do not harm females,” Killian says, voice meant to carry through the lodge. “Yes, Alpha,” Lochlan mutters resentfully. “Or the young.” “Yes, Alpha.” “Or the defective.”

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Shit. My phone buzzed again in my hand as I moved towards the door. It was another message from Phoenix. It was a single word, but it sent a mixture of fury and anxiety twisting in my gut. I'd barely made it out of the bedroom when I heard the safety click. Killian was already in the hallway, his hair still slightly damp. He opened the hidden panel behind the framed mirror. Inside it were his babies. Beautiful death lined up uniformly. Twin custom.45s. A sniper rifle. Throwing knives etched with the Cross crest. And his katanas. Killian's favorite weapons.

“Ahhhh! Oh baby… mmm.” Finally, I slow, body glowing, smiling at the camera. “Whew, that was epic. Thanks for watching Khalifa get off. Subscribe to my OnlyFans for more exclusive fun—custom vids, live shows, you name it. Love you, cum sluts.” I blew a kiss, still flushed.

There was a new text. Alpha Killian: Tell me what you see.

“You don’t care about revenge?” “He has a wife and a couple kids. I’m not afraid of them. They’ll still get their cut. But I need to take the wheel and avoid the iceberg we’re about to hit. He won’t listen to reason, so I see no other option.” I sat there and listened to all of this, partially desensitized to these conversations. They talked about killing people like it was a simple contract with no consequences. My husband said it was real life and fairy tales didn’t exist…only nightmares.

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"

Karma couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but it was not her business. Karma pulled out the spare keycard and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open. She pushed the door hard. It slammed against the wall with a crack like a gunshot. Wood splintered as the door crashed against the wall. Mia's body went rigid. A scream tore from her throat in fear. "What's happening?" Marcus yanked at the restraints. The metal bit into his skin. "Who's there? What—" Karma walked in calmly, not in a hurry and unbothered, with the knife in her hand. She reached for the door and shut it.

Instead he leaned briefly against the rusted subway railing, exhaustion flickering across his face. “Look, Nova…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “We try not to kill humans.” Try. That word alone made her stomach twist. “We mainly hunt game,” Kael continued. “Deer. Elk. Wild animals.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Most packs survive that way.” “Most?” Nova repeated carefully. Kael’s silence lasted too long. Finally he nodded once. “There are a few wolves who kill uninfected humans.” Nova stared at him.

This was the Alpha who made other packs tremble. Rumors flashed through my head, fast and terrifying. They said he killed his own father to take the pack. They said he didn't have a heart, just a black hole where his soul should be. They said he was six-foot-five of pure muscle and violence. Marcus used to tell me stories about how Kieran would rip out the throats of wolves who looked at him wrong. He was a ghost story. A nightmare. And he was standing right here. Shirtless. Wearing nothing but a white towel knotted low on his hips.