Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

I didn't say a word about it, just averted my gaze to other parts of the club like the elevated stage which was odd because a club wasn't supposed to have a stage like that. "What's the stage for?" I asked Killian. He took a tentative sip before answering me. "It's where scenes are acted out." My brow rose. "Scenes?" The strode lights shifted around the room in that moment and rested on the stage and the red drapes that now slowly pulled up to reveal a small stage with a metal bed in the middle of it, and for some reason, seeing the side table lined with whips, crops, cuffs, ball gags, and other unfathomable types of equipment made a prickle of fear run down my spine.

He hadn’t appeared yet. "So many people are dealing with a third stage of Real Immortal Realm like me. You are bullying the weak?" Caspian sneered. One of them, an eighth stage of Real Immortal Realm cultivator with a horse-like face, sneered. "Do you really think we are fools? Will we really believe that you are at the third stage of Real Immortal Realm? "I've never heard a third stage of Real Immortal Realm can kill the sixth stage and seventh stage of Real Immortal Realm in a row and can also face a Divine Sense attack of the ninth stage of Real Immortal Realm head-on!"

The body twitched once, twice, and went still. Rain echoed on the roof. No one spoke. [Hostile Eliminated. Experience +120.] [Skill Progression: Verdant Bind – Level 3.] Kira wiped sweat and blood from her forehead. “That thing wasn’t normal. It knew how to move.” I nodded grimly. “The infection’s mutating faster than it did last time. We’re already in Stage One.” Noah looked sick. “How many stages?” “Five,” I said quietly. “And if we ever reach Stage Five… nothing human will be left.”

That twisted, godless laugh. “Kill him,” Kaelan said with a shrug. “He’s useless to me now.” I gasped as, without hesitation, Alessio slashed Valerius's throat wide open. Blood sprayed across the stone. Valerius’s body hit the ground with a dull, lifeless thud. Kaelan’s grin widened. Then he turned, fast as lightning, and launched himself at Tanner. His hand closed around Tanner’s throat, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. Tanner kicked and gasped for air, eyes wide in terror.

"You are now officially a Stage One Hunter. To advance to Stage Two, you must complete two requirements: eliminate a minimum of twenty anomalies and earn a minimum of one thousand five hundred credits." The burning intensified, and I watched as numbers appeared on my wrist in that same shifting blue light: STAGE: I KILLS: 0/20 CREDITS: 0/1,500 "Every time you kill an anomaly, the System records it here," Mrs. Harriet continued. "The credit value depends on the classification of the threat. Class E threats are worth five credits. Class D, which you'll be facing most often, is worth twenty-five credits. Higher classifications earn more, but you won't face those until you advance."

And I was going to make him pay for it. I stood tall, my eyes locked on Alpha Kael as he stormed down from the stage, his face twisted in a scowl. He demanded to know what was going on, but I simply tilted my head and delivered the verdict: "Your reign of terror ends today, Kael. The blood of the innocent you've slain will be avenged." Alpha Kael sneered, his laughter dripping with contempt. "You think you can take me down? You're alone, outnumbered, and outmatched."

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

“Or… I’ll help you.” Rosen gasped as Killian lunged in a blur. Killian's massive hand closed over Rosen’s cold fingers, completely swallowing them. He forced Rosen’s grip tight against the metal, flicking off the safety with a flick of his palm. His thumb found Rosen’s index finger and pinned it flush against the cold curve of the trigger. “This is how you kill, bird. You don’t shake. You don’t cry. You pick your target, and you commit.” For one second, Rosen thought Killian had lost his mind—that the Dragon lord was genuinely helping him end his own life.

She explained and Denis looked at he run shock. “Are you sure?” he asked and she nodded. “You don’t have to do this, I can—” Kelsey grabbed a silver knife from one of the guards and used it to stab Jerry in heart, she didn’t stop at stabbing him. She twisted the knife inside his chest until she was sure that only the moon goddess herself could bring him back to life. She pulled out the knife from his chest harshly and tossed it on the floor before struggling back inside the car and not looking back.

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.