Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

It was to prevent anyone's identities from being at risk to rivals or the press, though they all pretended like it was just a tradition being maintained. "We should take our seats." Killian glanced down at me, his dark eyes holding a hint of danger I hadn't seen in his eyes since Vaughn kidnapped me. He hooked his arm around mine, leading me to the very front of the neatly arranged rows of black painted chairs. The stage was mere feet away, special lights and a microphone were being adjusted to it. My teeth dug into my lower lip, trying to control my trembling while reminding myself that I wasn't going to even touch that stage tonight, let alone be forced to stand there and watch people bid

“And the floor... never stops... holding up.” Kael didn't shift. He waited until Gnasher lunged for the final kill, the monster’s jaws wide enough to crush a man’s skull. In the final 0.3 seconds—the lag I had learned to exploit—Kael didn't swing. He let his iron poker drop. He lunged forward, burying his head into Gnasher’s chest and driving his weight into the monster’s side-wound—the cooling vent for its enhancers. Sizzzzzz. The Sledge-Wolf shrieked as its enhancers began to boil. The wolf collapsed, its massive frame twitching as the chemicals turned its marrow to ash.

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

Glass fractured instantly, spiderweb cracks spreading before pieces shattered and fell, scattering across the floor. Pain shot through his knuckles, sharp and immediate, but Kane barely reacted. Blood dripped freely now, streaking down his hand, hitting the concrete in slow, steady drops. His breathing turned rough, uneven, his shoulders tight, every muscle coiled like he was still in the ring. Then— A knock. Soft. Out of place. Kane froze. For a second, the room went completely still. Then he moved. Fast. He yanked the door open, his body already braced, ready to tear into whoever stood on the other side.

Mr Taylor immediately went limp and lifeless, just as he was about to remove the knife from his body, the door went open and Killian walked in. As the door swung open, Killian stepped into the room, his senses immediately on high alert. He glanced at the lifeless body of Mr Taylor and his eyes narrowed with rage. Without wasting a moment, he focused his attention on Tirich, who stood there, a twisted smile on his face. The sight fueled his anger, and without a moment's hesitation, he lunged towards Tirich, ready to exact justice.

His jaw was shadowed in stubble, his shirt half untucked, but his eyes those were the same: cold steel, sharp and clear. “You’re early,” he said. “You answered.” He stepped aside. “Only because you used the word Blackbird.” She entered. The apartment was stripped down maps on the walls, two laptops open, wires running into God-knows-what. It smelled like black coffee and burnt adrenaline. “You have ten minutes,” Killian said, shutting the door. “And if you mention Cassian, I’ll cut that in half.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Brotherly love.” Killian didn’t smile. “You don’t know him.”

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

It looks like it's not time for Sage to die, I hope he's just comatose until his parents are forced to remove his life support because it looks like he's already dead. “I really feel that what is happening is not an accident. I feel like there is a mastermind of it all. It is no longer a joke that happens to us, why do we die and have accidents one after another?” Clark said. “We both think the same. I feel like someone wants to retaliate against all of us,” said Divine.

he cried. Blood! A slight blood splash could be seen on his shirt. “ What's going on? ” they asked in horror as they looked at the edge of the hallway. The blonde-haired Kira walks out from the stairs with her both knives dangling in her hands “ HI, I'm Killer! Pleased to meet you! ” She says with a jovial look on her face, blood dripping from the tip of the knives she showcased. They froze. They were so shocked at what they were seeing that they could hear their hearts pounding within their ribcages. The blood stain had to be hers, was she alright?