Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

"Besides, Keinan hasn't used his killer move yet. Once he does, Sebastian's life will be in danger." Sebastian was two minor stages lower than Keinan, but even if they had been at an equivalent stage, he would still be unable to defeat the latter. Those were the facts. As soon as Jacobus finished speaking, the energy around Keinan rose abruptly. The energy of the advanced fifth level of the Soul Awakening stage began spreading out at once. Keinan's attacks became much more aggressive. "Huh?" Sebastian had also sensed that Keinan was very different from how he had been before. He seemed like a killing machine. Every move he made was calculated to kill.

I blinked my eyes and stood watching him take a sip from the glass in his hand, maybe he wasn't serious. "Didn't you hear me?" His thick, deep voice brought me back from the distraction of staring at the red wine as it stained the glass it was in."Kill him or kill her, one of them gets to die easy and the other stays alive to suffer; that all depends on your choice." He drank from his glass again as he stated what he wanted me to do.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

My hands shook violently, smearing red across the white porcelain sink. Once it was clean, I stood in front of the mirror. Look at yourself. My face—haunted. Pale. Eyes wide with fear, madness lurking beneath the surface. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths. It’s come to this, hasn’t it… I couldn’t let them suspect me. I needed to flip the story. I needed to survive this. And I would. I always did. Without hesitation, I picked up the knife again. My perfect, flawless hand trembled in the air. Slowly, deliberately, I raised my right arm and dragged the blade across the skin, slicing deep enough to make it look real.

I was dying tonight because of Stefan. I closed my eyes, took one last breath, and threw my body off the edge of the cliff.

When Kael arrived just after the midday bell, there were already twelve upper year students present, arranged in loose groups, talking quietly. They all looked at him when he walked in. He looked back. The organizer from breakfast stood at the center of the room beside a set of target markers arranged in a specific pattern on the floor. "Simple format," he said when Kael approached. "Each participant attempts the standard three stage assessment sequence. We observe output, affinity, and control. No pressure." Kael looked at the target markers. "I have F rank mana," he said. "I know," the organizer said. "The three stage sequence requires mana channeling."

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

The next second, his head flew off, his body remaining on stage. Blood spurted from Dessler's neck like a broken faucet. Dessler's head screamed as it flew, and his body fell straight to the ground. Boom! Dessler's body hit the stage with a loud crash. The women's chants of "Dessler will win!" turned into a final funeral dirge, contrasting sharply with Dessler's demise, almost mocking him. Dessler's head blinked once more in disbelief that he had died without even using his Dragon and Phoenix Core Technique. His Level Five Tempered Body and Eight Trigrams Dragon's Roar Palm should have crushed Kiran, but Kiran miraculously killed him.

Third, the frantic tearing of the skin and what we like to call ‘the fire madness’. The rest are much too gruesome to describe. The physician had said, most don’t make it to the fourth stage before they tear out their throats. It’s an ugly way to die, and if Kier’s already this far, I wonder how much she’s dozed him with. I need to get him in the tub first.

He was neutralized. Then, she looked at Killian. He was walking off the stage steps, away from the screaming and the flashing screens. He moved with a strange, unnerving serenity. His face was pale, but his spine was impossibly straight. He was walking toward the light, toward the future he had chosen, carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and the quiet understanding of the price he had just paid.