Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

“I… I don’t know if I can…” “So what’s the plan… quit now… and watch everyone you love suffer a painful death? To be honest… I won’t mind… we can all be a family again… and who knows… maybe next year we’ll return on Peter Pak… seeking vengeance… forever roaming the earth… as damned souls with no resting place.” The boy sarcastically announced. “Hey, not a bad idea.” She pretended to consider the alternative with a serious look upon her face. “Even then… you will still have to choose between… killing the vile monster so that your soul… may return to the afterlife in peace… or be trapped in the world… knowing you’ve helped him… conquered the innocent.”

The man killing these people looked like he is Satan himself who came to take these souls back to hell. The head follower was now shaken and scared out of his mind. None of them got a chance to react or retaliate before Kyle started to slay his enemies so ruthlessly. Even though the head follower is still not speaking, the other man started to speak out of desperation to save his own life.

Killian: “Sergio Diaz, just the man that I was looking for.” I said, glaring at the man before shooting one of his bodyguards. The man’s body fell, hitting the ground as blood poured from his head. Vladimir did the same to the other one, watching as he fell to the ground, taking his last breath before Sergio had time to process what was going on.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

I felt dead on my feet as I turned from the window and walked over to Travis, and I fell to my knee's at Kira's unconscious body. "She's alive." Travis seemed to be repeating this to himself. He sounded like a man on the brink of madness. I recognized the tone and sympathized with him. I had sounded the same. Travis turned Kira's head and removed a vial of blue liquid from her neck. The needle that had pierced her skin was long and glinting maliciously. "It's just wolfs bane." Travis let out a sharp breath. "Why kill Claire and not the others?" I found myself asking no one in particular.

He was scared that if he poked around about her, he would be left alone. "I hope you will have the life you deserve... a life you desire and people who will care for you and be there for you, 'til death do you part, whether in this timeline or your next life…" K Whatever smiled as tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I can't be that person," Before he could react, K Whatever smashed the watch in front of him. [DING! MISSION COMPLETE! RETRIEVING PLAYER 07] K Whatever’s soul instantly left Dahlia’s body leaving it to Sebastian’s arms. K Whatever came back to the bubble system.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

He never gets the chance. Kieran appears between us without warning or ceremony. The men do not see a man. They see Death. Not a figure they can name. Not something human. Something final. This is what Death looks like when tenderness has been withdrawn. Kieran’s hand closes around the first man’s throat. Not to kill the body. To claim the soul. The scream cuts off as something essential is pulled free of him, taken cleanly away. The second man turns to run. Kieran turns his head.