Killer Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

"I mean, what if he knows all your plan and kills you first?" "Knows my plan? baby, I don't have only a plan. If one fails, the other wouldn't. The only people who know about this plan are the people in my house which includes you" I paused "so if I get ratted out, one of you did it and I will find the person and kill them and their fucking family before I die" There was something off about Simon and but he was just a random driver, what will he know and understand? In the game of life, always have a backup plan. You never know what will happen. I know this Marco guy is dangerous and holds a lot of power but so do I. I am powerful, deadly and dangerous.

He wanted to build a world where we didn’t have to spill blood every single time, we wanted to make a point. It was never going to happen. But I liked that he tried. Why I still kept him as my underboss was a mystery to me because he was so darned disciplined. But if you mistake his discipline, his want for peace and his façade of fragility, you’d end up with a neat bullet hole at the back of your head. Rowan was one of the top-notch killers in our world, ranking about five places below me. Plus, he is the only underboss in that rank. I was, of course, in the number one spot and have been there for the longest time now.

“Bud, the guy who killed my mother is a smart psychopath. I see Thorne’s point about not borrowing more trouble now.” “Maybe so, but he probably lacks the clout necessary to get into the resort at the last minute,” Lila argues. “And since Velvet Haven has such tight security, this killer won’t be sneaking on the grounds while we’re undercover. Being on this mission will probably be the safest place for me.” Thorne shrugs, glancing at Ruiz. “SEALs aren’t exactly pussies, and Kane is a tough bastard. He’s capable of doing whatever necessary to keep your agent safe. But you knew that or you wouldn’t have run him up the FBI’s internal flagpole.”

Allister attempted to yell. “Lyla, is this true!” I screamed as I lifted the knife into the air. Her eyes widened in terror. “Yes,” she tried to jerk out of her handler's grips to no avail. “Yes! This is true! He has them! In some bunker” The Reaper, also know as, Kevin King, also known as Allister’s father, was alive! No that couldn’t be true. If it were that would mean that Allister’s father had planned on killing my father and taking over the pack long ago.

I turned around and stared him in the eyes, “it's either you or him I choose him” I walked towards the figure while Miguel pleaded with the godfather, “he is not usually like this” he said. The shots I fired had drawn the attention of the guards and lights flooded the entire roof. There he was, the killer, dressed in black with a mask covering his face. “You?” He growled, “I thought he was supposed to take care of you?” “There's two of you?” I asked him “Yes, there's two of us.” I heard another voice answer from behind me before it all went dark temporarily

I nodded. "But you did anyway. If only you had told me they had your mate and you needed my help to get her back, I could have helped you Silas." He bowed his head in shame, unable to say anything. "These Alphas from the underground world, can you give us names?" Tyler asked. "There are five Alphas that rule the underground world, the others are simply puppets. Kane is dead so he was replaced with someone else." "Ok......continue," I nodded, urging him to go on.

Killian roared, the sound of his voice vibrating in the small chamber even without his Alpha resonance. ​He didn't wait for a tactical plan or a signal from me. He lunged at Vane with the primal speed of a hunter, but the Iron King wasn't as fragile as his elderly frame suggested. Vane moved with a mechanical, jerky speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human in a Dead Zone, dodging Killian’s strike with an unnatural fluidity. Before Killian could reset his stance, Vane drove a concealed, high-voltage taser into the Alpha’s side. The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

“The Frostcalibur commands the entire Undead here in the Underworld. I will slaughter every living human … and build my own kingdom of dread and darkness.” “You’re out of your freaking mind!” Arth yelled, but Lucas and Janshai had already been gone from his sight as they climbed down the staircases.