Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

The "Prompt" in the air was a terminal geometry. As the "Yes" button expanded, it began to "Bleach" the stage of the Chicago apartment. The colors of the kitchen unwove into the grey lines of a first draft, and the "Alpha" actor holding Lyra turned into a series of untextured grey planes. Everything was being "De-prioritized" to make room for the "First Kill." Kaelen’s finger was hovering an inch from the glowing silver light. His ink-eyes were wide, reflecting the "Voter Results" that were scrolling in the dark auditorium beyond the stage.

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof

Two of Victor's men, dressed in full black tactical gear, burst through the smoke at the base of the stairs, their weapons raised. Before they could even register my frame, I squeezed the trigger. Three heavy rounds tore through the chest of the first mercenary, throwing his body back against the stone pillar. Beside me, Nathaniel appeared from the adjacent corridor, his sidearm barking three times in perfect, precision, neutralizing the second target before the man could drop his rifle. Bullets are exchanged with a savage, unrelenting ferocity as the air grows thick with the suffocating stench of copper and spent brass.

Sean interrupted. "Fucking fine then. You've successfully pissed me off now!" Karl grinned in rage before glancing at everyone below the stage. "All of you heard it too! He's the one who asked me to pull the trigger! If it's death you want, punk, then I'll send you to the gates of hell!" Karl slowly pressed down on the trigger. Everyone's breath caught in their throats, and their faces grew pale. Some cowardly people even covered their eyes. "Stop right there, Karl Jackel!" Lindsay snapped. She ran to the stage, even though there was no way she could stop Karl, no matter the distance between them.

THE ASSASIN’S CREED. SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW The kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.

Then, the sword started moving closer to the man, with its tip facing directly at the man. The man could sense the ominous, vicious aura from the sword. Although he tried his best to break free from the force suppressing him, the man was still held in the same position on the floor. As the sword pierced the man’s flesh, his body started disintegrating visibly. In a matter of seconds, the man was annihilated. Even his soul was completely torn apart. A Transcendental Bliss Rank cultivator in the ninth stage perished after receiving just a single hit from James.

Darius shoved him aside like discarded prey, already turning for the next. Another figure rushed in low, blade gleaming. Kael was already moving, his reflexes lightning. He pivoted on his heel, silver flashing in a precise arc. His sword sliced clean through the man’s throat, severing flesh and cartilage with ruthless ease. A spray of crimson mist exploded into the night air, painting the fog around them red. Kael didn’t blink—didn’t falter. He stepped forward smoothly, letting the corpse collapse behind him as if it never existed.

She spoke. The girl nodded with tears in her eyes and took a deep breath. I watched as Kelsey hopped off the stage and stood with her, grasping her hand to give her strength. The girl gritted out her rejection slowly, collapsing in tears into Kelsey who held her tight & nodded to her queen. I watched as Gia came forward with all of my Queen's fury & elongated her claws & canines. With one swift movement my queen shoved her hand into the Donahue boy's chest and pulled his heart out. His body fell sideways onto his father, as blood poured out of his chest & pooled onto the stage, leaving the two of them laying in the pool of his blood.

6 DARRAGH “H oly. Fucking. Fate. Is he ripping its spine out?” The young male that Killian brought with him whispers under his breath, but there’s nothing wrong with my ears. I am ripping its spine out. Actually, I’m cracking it apart, vertebrae by vertebrae, and pitching the bones as far as I can in opposite directions. That’s how you kill this thing. If it can be killed.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.