Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

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?

Dom looked confused. “The island is their main location. The knife that was used to kill Dax is a special knife. Long story short, it sucks the soul out of the person who was stabbed and is stored in a vial. Grant showed us. He had my ex-alpha’s soul and my ex- best friend’s soul trapped in a vial. Astra needs Mila as Mila has the potential to help take her down. “Whoa, hold up… she had their souls?” I asked, leaning forward. My mind was racing.

The boy asks as soon as I straighten, deciding which Soulless to kill first. “A friend. We can talk later.” I reassure the two frightened kids. Without a second to spare, I race towards the Soulless on the left, dodging a swipe of their claws and slashing at their paw with the dagger. I watch as it recoils in pain, the silver burning it’s flesh and giving me a moment to quickly slit their throat and give them a quick and painless death. Now on to the second Soulless.

The anger bled away to reveal understanding “Everytime I killed you only brought you closer and closer into getting back what belonged to you once.” “Exactly, you know I pegged you as all knowing but you couldn't even figure this simple one out. After all you always make use of your soul cleaver, a soul cleaver that you should be aware of its abilities when it comes to the divine,” I completed and her eyes widened before she glanced down at the blade laid at the spot where I had died. That feeling wasn't one I would like to experience ever again in my entire life. “Celine,” kaiden's voice reached mine before hands wrapped around my form and my heart rejoiced in the fact that he was still sta

Second, use his magic of manipulation on himself to pacify him and manipulate his thoughts. Since I was using his methods on himself, they, of course, were cruel. Killing him could look like a simple thing, but it wasn’t. His soul was basically patched up together with several other souls and killing him would do no good because neither hell nor heaven would accept such a manipulated soul. Simply speaking, Killian was out of the normal cycle of life and death. Even if I killed Killian and shred his body into pieces, his soul would become so independent and strong that it would easily possess someone else’s body.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe