Novel & Cerita Killer Sans Soul

“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!

though he said that in brim confidence he was still wary of her ‘if indeed she was the one that stopped one of us yesterday then she must be skilled, or maybe she didn’t do it alone’ he thought looking around trying to find out if someone else was hiding. “You can stop searching now it was just me killed your friend yesterday, so if you do not want to join him leave now and never return" kahlan tried to warn him off but she knew that her chances of winning this was slim, she was able to beat the other assassin because she surprised him and wounded him before marcel finished him off which she tried on this one but it didn’t work. She still wasn’t going to back off from this, she wont fail th

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

the man muttered. Fury engulfed me, and I cursed loudly at the man’s words. “We cannot do that,” Killian responded sharply. “The soul of the lordess has been triggered and awoken. When she wakes up, she will no longer be your mate, but what she was destined to be, a bearer of destruction,” the man muttered, and my fist clenched in anger. “Why does it have to be her, huh? Why did the soul choose her?” I growled and sprang up, glaring at the man.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

… Consumed by despair and neglecting his duties, Connor had become a liability within the pack; his pack was already considering his replacement. Assured his actions wouldn't endanger the Starlight Pack, Harold ended Connor's life with a single arrow, killing him instantly. Connor simply crumpled to the earth—lifeless. His soul was instantly released. As his spirit ascended, it collided with my own, now radiant and transformed. I looked at my transformed self and realized I no longer had any regrets. I was ready for heaven. Seeing me, Connor desperately tried to move toward me, wanting to embrace me and confess his remorse and love.

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

Due to lack of breath and cold embracing her Zara passed out. “Bye, bye, Zara Darling…” Were the killers last words she heard Seeing Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish and brought it towards her chest….

From the background Summer could hear Asher, but what he was saying she wasn't sure. "No time, tell your men I'm heading to my fathers study, I plan to kill that bastard." Not waiting for a response Summer quickly hung up and looked around for a weapon. Spotting a knife that her father kept hung on the wall as direction she moved forward. Wrapping her hand around the hilt she yanked until it snapped from its place leaving behind only nails and attachments. Weapon in hand Summer began to ascend the stairs that led to her father's study, taking in large gulps of air she prepared herself for what she had to do next.