Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

I tightened my grip, and for once he didn’t pull away. The mighty Killian reduced to this. Who knew he was such a sick fellow? “You’re going to do as I say—no compromise. Until you have enough souls in control, you’ll take orders from me."

"Dante is dead. Tommaso has been dead for fifteen years. There are no other heirs except you and Sienna." "Exactly as planned." Sofia's voice turned sharp. "My darling cousin gets to feel powerful for exactly one day before I take everything from her. Just like she took everything from me." "She was eight years old when your family was massacred. She didn't take anything." "She survived!" Sofia's scream nearly burst my eardrum. "My parents died. My brothers died. Everyone I loved was slaughtered, and little Sienna got to skip away to a new life with a new name. She got to be normal while I clawed my way through hell."

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

They lunged at the Tear of the Sun. The crystal began to crack. The pure, golden light inside was being bled out, turning a dark, bruised purple as my shadows infected it. "No! My cure! My eternity!" Solas lunged forward, but Killian was faster. My husband moved like a silver lightning bolt, his broken chains glowing with a righteous Alpha fire. He didn't use a sword; he used his bare claws to tear through Solas’s weakened armor, pinning the mad king to a crumbling pillar.

"Malachi gave me his life without asking for a single thing in return. You took a power that wasn't yours and called it love." I raised the spear high, the violet light becoming so bright it turned the sky to a blinding white. "This isn't for the North. This isn't for the South. This is for the woman you tried to erase." I thrust the spear forward, the point sinking into the center of Killian’s chest. He didn't scream. He disintegrated. The blue, oily darkness was ripped out of his body in a violent spiral, swirling around the spear like a trapped hurricane. Killian’s physical form collapsed into a heap of grey ash, leaving only the sapphire light of the Void swirling in the air.

He bit his bottom lip, then slowly looked at the place behind me. “I’ve never done it to someone who is already dead” he muttered “m-my others were killed by one of yours. I need them.” “I’ll help you” I smiled to him “Soul Stealers have to stick together, remember?” Tears ran down Cosmo’s face before his face split into a smile. His wide eyes blindly surveyed the death dangling above him as he deeply inhaled the toxic gas, a cloud of it wafting out his nostrils when he exhaled. He held his arms out wide as he walked amongst the bodies around him, dripping his virus onto their dissolved remains.

Kyle. Fuck!

The killer giggled, "Have fun being delusional ~" ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

He was dangling over a pit of absolute darkness, one hand gripping the edge of the salt-shielded floor, the other holding Sarah’s wrist as she dangled over the abyss. "Drop her!" I cried, rushing to the edge. Killian looked up at me, the sweat and soot masking the gold of his eyes. "If I drop her, the King takes her soul and uses her Council-clearance to unlock the Southern Silos. I have to pull her up." "She tried to kill our children, Killian!" "I know," he whispered. "But I’m the Alpha of the Blackwood. I don't let my pack—even the traitors—fall into the Void."

Wrapping his arm around me possessively, Kirill kissed my temple and said, “Let it go little Alpha; I got you covered and will always be by your side.” His cell phone started ringing and he excused himself from my side as he went to take the call. Keeping my eyes on him I saw the flash of pain in his gaze before he said a firm okay. “What is it?” I asked him, gaining everyone's attention. Collecting himself Kirill announced that Kellen was found dead underneath the rubble of Nash's destroyed home. “He was a traitor,” he said without emotion and I went to him and hugged his waist. “What of his demon mates,” I asked curiously.