Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

“Randall Zabka is dead! Kayson Yarde killed him! He’s only a grandmaster, but he’s crazy skilled and can kill a warlord! “He also has Swenson and Bryson by his side while Waylon’s keeping a close eye on me. I can’t do anything, or I’ll be called back to Metrocity tomorrow!” Carlson nearly dropped his phone from the shock as he looked, in terror, at Kayson, who was looking back at him with a smirk. He felt weak and limp all of a sudden as fear engulfed him. This executive of the Soulspring Group, who had been arrogant, just now paled and broke out in cold sweat in the blink of an eye!

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.

He cleared his throat and muttered, “Sorry about that. That wasn’t the right thing to say.” “No sh*t.” Kelissa hissed with no remorse. After another moment, she said, “Not all is lost. I can still win.” Lord Kylton was about to ask how but chose to remain silent when his wife gave a slight shake of her head. Lady Kylton cleared her throat and asked gently, “What do you want us to do now, Kelly?” Without hesitation, Kelissa said in a low voice, “We have to kill her. It’s the only way to make Xandar available again. It’s the only way I can mark him after he marks me.”

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

' maybe I went too far, I shouldn't have killed that worthless guy, perhaps then she would have given a proper fight ' " He deserved to die! How dare he touch what was ours! " Raze, Killian's wolf growled out in his subconscious. Unlike Killian Raze had grown a strong fondness and possessiveness towards Lisa. It was surprising because Raze was a lot more cold than his human counterpart. While Killian had fun sleeping around with all the most beautiful women in the city, Raze was disgusted by them. Killian had to hold his wolf back on several occasions from maiming his one-night stand, sometimes he wasn't fast enough to control Raze and accidents happened.

"What do you usually eat?" Kael was silent for a moment. "I don't require food." "Then what do you run on?" "Negative emotions," his voice was quiet. "Fear. Despair. Anger." I nodded. "Oh. So you're an emotion recycler. Basically, a supernatural social worker." 【Comment 1: A social worker??? Sweetie, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'devouring soul echoes' means?】 【Comment 2: Can't she see it? As Kael talks, the lingering resentment from players who died in fear is getting sucked into his body like black smoke!】

Kael, still in half-transformed primal form, forced Khaenat’s body flat against the ground with one massive hand. “You die here,” he growled. “For everything you did. For everyone you took.” Khaenat’s soul thrashed violently, shrieking. And then— BOOOOOOM. The spell slammed into place. Khaenat’s soul was ripped apart, shredded into dust and ash, sealed with no vessel left to run to. His body collapsed. Still. Dead. Finally—dead. --- For a moment, the world was quiet. Then Marek raised his head.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

But the space beyond the fence was empty. Killian dropped to his knees in the mud, his expensive suit ruined, his hands digging into the dirt as he looked up at the empty sky. A primal, agonizing roar tore from his throat, a sound of pure, devastating spiritual mutilation that echoed across the entire valley, shaking the very foundations of the packhouse miles away. VALERIE! Killian howled into the night, his voice breaking as the reality of his absolute status deletion finally settled into his chest. VALERIE! COME BACK!