Killer Sans Nsfw Novels & Stories

The room erupted in applause and shouts. Kael leaned in, kissed me slow and deep while the live stream kept rolling. “I’m Kael Draven,” he said into the camera, voice low and commanding. “Alisa isn’t property. She’s the reason I stopped killing to survive and started fighting for justice. She’s my wife. My mate. My home.” The comments exploded on every screen. Jeff’s face appeared on every news feed within minutes—livid, pale, furious. Viktor’s old pack pack was already in chaos, some wolves switching sides.

I said, trying to hold my voice steady. She leaned against the doorframe, eyes gleaming. "You’re here to beg, right? So get straight to it, darling. Pull your clothes off, and maybe I’ll rethink letting you into my squad. You wanna be popular, don’t you?" This bitch was insane. I hadn’t known Sofie was bisexual. Clearly, she was also crazy—the dangerous kind of crazy that wore a smile while cutting you open. "Will you give up Jace after this?" I asked, voice low.

His jaw was shadowed in stubble, his shirt half untucked, but his eyes those were the same: cold steel, sharp and clear. “You’re early,” he said. “You answered.” He stepped aside. “Only because you used the word Blackbird.” She entered. The apartment was stripped down maps on the walls, two laptops open, wires running into God-knows-what. It smelled like black coffee and burnt adrenaline. “You have ten minutes,” Killian said, shutting the door. “And if you mention Cassian, I’ll cut that in half.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Brotherly love.” Killian didn’t smile. “You don’t know him.”

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof

"A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion." "Funny," Killian rumbled, his golden Alpha runes glowing so brightly they began to singe the air. "I was just thinking your armor would make a decent trash can." Killian launched. He didn't shift, but his speed was post-human. He met the Knight’s obsidian claymore with his flaming broadsword in a collision that sent a shockwave through the gorge, momentarily reversing the flow of the waterfall. Sparks of solar fire and black soul-flame rained down like a deadly celebration.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

said Ash. Then more questions popped into my head. "What about the werewolves? Are they that hard to kill too?" "No," Nicor joined. "Snapping their necks or ripping their throats out usually gets the job done." My brows rose. "Usually?" "Alphas and uniquely strong wolves might regenerate even after snapping their necks or cutting their throats," Calvel added. I frowned, collecting their words in my head. "There's another thing I don't understand... Hunter once said that no one uses guns in the Dark Realm, but Gus, our driver, pulled out the gun to shoot the wolves."

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."