Novel & Cerita Killer Sans Stages

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.

He signals and count to three until a read button appears signaling that the show is on air. Tonight, in my own show, I will show the world about the brutal killings that are happening in our country. “ The first victim was killed at the night of August 24 at one of the roads in this city. During our report we’ve initially thought that it was just an ordinary homicide but the details are too accurate to conclude that it was..” I’ve looked at the other camera and flip my script page. “ With mangled body and no organs, the victim eyes are set in a pitch black condition. Isn’t it familiar?”

[Seraphine's POV] "Kill him," Cassian repeated that sentence again. "Kill." "Kill." "Kill." "Kill." "Kill." "Kill." "NO!" My feet immediately moved again from where I stood because I couldn't stand Cassian's words. He was so different from before. Cassian kept repeating the same sentence as if he was trying to hypnotize me, manipulate me with his words. "Seraphine! Kill him! You won't be able to raise him!"

“I set up a few magic circles today and made myself the marker for all those magic circles. “How can he kill me when I’m not in the magic circle, but he is in it? The three grandmasters skilled in killing will make a move on him simultaneously. In fact, he may have even been weakened to the level of a late-stage master… “Can he still turn the tide by that? If that really is the case, we will just wait for him to kill us.” Dylan said coldly, “The Admiralporium has captured many fighters, so I can say with certainty that there are cases of peak-stage masters killing grandmasters, but it is rare! “Moreover, the vast majority of them can only kill early-stage grandmasters. Mr. Yale and Mr. Leigh

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

He ducked under a swung fist that pulverized a concrete pillar, spun, and brought the flaming broadsword down in a devastating arc. The first board member—formerly the CFO—was sliced clean in half, the solar fire on the blade instantly cauterizing the wound and incinerating the abyssal parasite inside. "That's one less bonus to pay," Killian growled, stepping over the ashes. Three more rushed him. Killian dropped his sword, grabbed two by their tailored collars, and smashed their heads together with enough force to create a localized shockwave. Their skulls shattered, leaking green witch-fire before they collapsed. The third, he caught by the throat, channeling his Alpha heat directly into t

"Fractured rib, concussion. And a near-fatal gunshot wound. But he’ll live.” "It wasn't random. Scorpion's marking territory again." I stood slowly, walking towards the window. "Yeah. Killian’s been busy lately, tracking him.” "Then watch your back. This isn't the same game as before. He's not just baiting Killian anymore. He wants blood. Yours. The girl's. Whatever he can use to make Killian spiral." I turned, glancing back towards the staircase. That's when I saw him. Killian stood at the top of the stairs, shirtless, his hair perfectly blown out after his shower. His body was still a mess. But he was still sexy as hell. And those grey sweatpants weren’t helping.

A pinhead sized red dot. Miles away, in a lab filled with humming lights and glass walls, a man watched the feed fade out. He didn't look surprised. He tapped the screen once, then scribbled on a tablet: Subject Seven, First Kill Confirmed. Proceed to Stage Two. A slow smile crept across his lips. "Welcome to the real world, little wolf.”

The Ghost Pack was standing back, watching the center of the clearing with a heavy, respectful silence. I scrambled up, my knees shaking. Silas Vane was lying on his back. His silver armor was blackened, his chest caved in. His eyes were open, staring at nothing, the madness finally gone, replaced by a cold, empty stare. He was dead before he hit the ground. But Killian... "Killian! No, no, no..." I fell to my knees beside him. He was lying in the dirt, his body covered in deep, smoking burns from the staff. His breathing was shallow, a terrifying, gurgling sound coming from his chest. The black tunic was soaked through with blood...so much blood.