Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

“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.

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

“I haven’t asked permission.” Jo’s eyebrows arched as she considered what she was hearing. “But… you’re a Vampire. Since when do Vampires ask permission for… anything?” “I’m a Souled Vampire,” he corrected, not angrily but sternly enough to get the point across. “We are not like other Vampires. You should know that by now.” “Granted. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking, if you could see what’s going on in Cassidy’s mind, maybe we’d get an indication as to whether or not this plan to get behind the shield was working or not.”

She hadn’t expected him to actually answer. Kael’s eyes stayed fixed on the horizonless sky above. “I don’t remember who killed me. An enemy, a friend, it doesn’t matter. What I remember is the moment before. Lying in the mud, the rain soaking into my wounds, and knowing it was over. I begged.” His lip curled, bitter. “Not out loud, but inside. I begged to go back. To do it differently. To make it mean something.” His grip tightened on the scythe until his knuckles went pale. “Instead, I woke up here. With a weapon in my hand and the Council telling me that begging means nothing.”

“How then do you explain why she threw you in a basement?’’ He smirks, hideously, tightening his grip on my windpipe. “I-I was waiting at our roost when she bumped in. I had… something important to tell…’’ “Silly.’’ He cut me, releasing my neck to brush a hand through his hair. “You don't get to decide when we meet at the roost. I decide that.’’ “I know, but it was urgent…’’ I say with shaky voice. “Listen, wolfless.’’ He glares. “I don't care about whatever you have going on. I'll never accept a wolfless traitor like you as my mate.’’ My heart rips, twisting in irreversible pain as tears prick my eyes. “I'm not a traitor.’’ “Your bloody father betrayed the pack, that makes you a traitor wit

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor. He tried to shift back, tried to fight, but his inner wolf let out a painful, suffocating whimper deep inside his soul. The corporate soldiers moved in, their heavy boots surrounding his failing body, their weapons pointed down at him. Through his fading, blurry vision, Killian saw the server room begin to ignite as the soldiers dropped chemical explosives onto the mainframes, turning the entire bunker into a roaring, toxic furnace. His last thought, before his mind slipped into complete darkness, was of Faith.

The lifeless corpses strewn about, evidence of the horrors that had unfolded within those grim walls. My ears resounded with the haunting echoes of Killian's sadistic laughter, forever etching itself into the depths of my soul. The sound of him coldly pulling the trigger, taking lives without a shred of remorse or empathy. Each life lost, a painful reminder of the inescapable darkness that encased me.

α deαdly voice filled the room like thunder‚ and everyone stopped. My breαth hitched pαinfully. My heαd tilted towαrd the entrαnce. Killiαn. His presence filled the spαce immediαtely‚ dαrk αnd terrifying αnd furious. His eyes weren’t humαn αnymore. They were soulless. Empty. Filled with α murderous vibe. "I sαid‚" he growled. "Releαse her. Now." The thugs didn't move fαst enough‚ αnd Killiαn snαpped.

“Can we kill him now?” Zayne drawls, appearing from the trees, he always did love to make an entrance, “I despise pointless monologues” He looks at me, completely ignoring Kieran as though he was beneath his notice. Kieran Blackwell enjoys playing games, it doesn’t hurt to play a game of our own, from his little speech, he wants to be recognized, that’s why he created the serum, to feel powerful. What better revenge than to deprive him of that?