Killer Sans Soul Novels & Stories

“Oh really how is that possible sense I’ve already fucked her mate. It’s okay Luna he’s a pretty good fuck I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the sloppy seconds.” “Madison, you can keep your tainted Alpha and fuck him all you want. I Luna Gemma Rose Killian, reject Alpha William Keen of the Midnight Crescent Pack as my fated mate. I hereby choose Wesley Keen as my chosen mate and my second in command, with the powers given to the both of us by the Moon Goddess she hereby blesses our wolves with a special link unbreakable by anyone but the Moon Goddess herself.” He closes the footage so enraged that everyone around him is cowing baring the necks, and he glares at Madison ready to spill blood.

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

“Don’t let them see you drift off.” “I’m not drifting,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I’m watching. Every twitch. Every step. Especially him.” I didn’t need to point. Elias knew who I meant. The one who called himself Medor Thornwell. He was too smooth, too clean for an exile. Every movement of his tonight had been too controlled. I watched the way he fought Marcus—fast, precise, like someone who’d been trained to kill in silence. Not someone who’d been banished and left to rot.

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

Because I sure as hell can’t. “Well, he’s fucking wrong, isn’t he?” Killian shrugs. I stare at him. He stares back, arrogance personified, and it strikes me, not for the first time, that if I survive the alpha challenge coming to me sooner or later, he and I will be the alphas in the most closely allied of the five packs. Killian scratches his jock and spits. “I don’t know, man. It’s like—I saw a movie once where there was this graveyard, and if you buried an animal in it, it came back with no soul. Your wolf looks like the cat from that movie.”

The air around me felt thick with tension as I waited for his response. “I see. Well, if you believe you are ready, then I will not hold you back. But I will warn you. It is not easy to kill someone, even when they are someone who deserves it. Taking a soul is a hard thing to endure. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of this, Kai.” He looked me over again before standing up, walking around his desk, and heading towards a picture on the wall. He snapped his fingers, and a door to a safe appeared. He lit a black flame in his palm and whispered a small incantation. The door, too, disappeared, leaving a large opening. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Balthazar asked me again. Turning towards

“You’re so predictable, Hellbringer. I thought you were supposed to be the clever one.” “And you’re bleeding on my floor, so maybe rethink who’s outmatched.” That smile again. I wanted to put a bullet through it. “They’re coming,” Killian said finally. “Not Valeska. Not the Ford leftovers. Bigger. And smarter. Burke was just the skeleton. They’re the muscle. You think you’ve been fighting a family tree? You’ve been digging in the wrong garden.” Hale leaned closer. “Who?” “I’ll trade you,” Killian said, his grin widening. “You want names? I want freedom. A passport. A plane. I’ll disappear. You never see me again.”

Why did he stop? "And why did he do it? Does he expect my spirit to break completely?" I felt a knot in my throat. "Because he wants us to choose him. He wants your soul to be his, not just your body." I shook my head, trying to dispel the emotional fog. Killian Blackwood was an enigma wrapped in violence and expensive suits. A man who returned home covered in blood and, minutes later, was capable of showing a mercy that disarmed my defenses. Who really was Killian Blackwood?

Then— The light in them vanished. Gone. Just like that. The creature released him. He dropped to the ground. Lifeless. No wound. No blood. Nothing. Silence hit the group like a blow. “What… did it do?” someone whispered. Kael’s voice was tight. “It didn’t kill him…” A pause. “…it took something.” Damon’s jaw clenched. “Soul,” he said quietly. The word felt wrong— But it fit. Behind them—