Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

Having said that, he turned and started walking towards the exit. The man stared at his retreating back in confusion. Killian had promised Ara that he wouldn't kill. So he had stopped killing but that doesn't mean his rivals had gotten a chance to live. He had changed his tactics. Instead of killing them on the spot, he took their spirit of living bit by bit. He tortured them until they grabbed the gun he always left behind and shot the bullet into their own skull, bursting their head into pieces. Of course, Ara was not aware of it.

They all looked wonderful, her brothers looked so grown up. Alissa hung back to follow behind as they readied to leave but Kristen noticed her, “Why does she have to come?” The words stung Alissa. Kristen may look down at Alissa since the announcement she’d murdered her parents but the disdain and bile within her voice hurt. “The whole pack has to be there, I want no-one ruining my son's day.” Alpha Cain gave a hard stare to everyone, especially Alissa. She shrunk under his intense gaze, she had no intention of drawing attention to herself, she would happily not go to the ceremony but Alissa couldn’t argue with Alpha Cain’s demands.

I inched back, observing the situation from the estate's short corridor. With Baltazar's slightest chin motion, two of his wolves in their human forms rushed toward the door where I stood. Ash moved, turning into a familiar cloud of darkness. Before the wolves advanced one foot, the black blur swallowed them. A split second later, the wolves lay on the ground with their throats ripped off. Ash stood beside the dead bodies, blood dripping off his claws. "Back off, or I will kill your entire pack!"

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.

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.

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.

The air in front of the charging wolves thinned to a razor’s edge; rain sheeted sideways into their eyes; the ground under their paws tilted half a degree the wrong way. Half a degree is enough. They stumbled. Not all. Enough for Ronan and the bear to take the line apart. Claws flashed. Teeth tore. Thunder cracked. The battle didn’t end; it reorganized around Kiera like water around a boulder. Hale lowered the device, now dead, and slipped it into his coat as if he’d only ever meant to use it once. “Phase Two,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Already past resistance. Very good.”