Killer Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

When I opened it and saw what was inside, my face immediately flushed. It was lingerie. And it was red. My favourite colour. I looked at him, surprised. “I love it.” I couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you, Daddy.” He stared at me for a moment. I quickly looked away, suddenly feeling shy. Damien’s POV I hadn’t expected to come home to the smell of roasted chicken. The aroma had filled the entire house. I knew Skylar wasn’t there, so I immediately figured it had to be Jane. I walked into the dining room and found her serving the food.

Mane Harbinger, Supreme of the True Universe, Killer of the god of Destruction Shiva, and Envoy of the Reaper. The first was his name, and those were his titles. He was young, but he had achieved a number of feats that had placed him on the radar of the Allverse. In comparison to his father, Reus – the Brute King – Mane was having a more eventful childhood. Well, things had become even more turbulent. One could add Slaughterer of the Dark Kingdom to his accolades. For the young Supreme had absolutely decimated the force that had been sent after Hidden Cloak.

the man asked again. In this world he meant Underworld, but of course Natasha didn't understand. The man took the gun from the underground chair and pointed it towards Kenny's forehead, "Today is going to be the most successful day of my life after ending your life with my own hands. Please say hi to the creator," the man said, then pulled the trigger. 'Bang!!!!!!' A loud voice was hard in the room, and Natasha, whose eyes were closed when she saw the gun, rushed to Kenny who was already lying on the ground, blood tickling from his head. She hugged him," Kenny, wake up."

Upon reaching Killian private meeting room within the packhouse, Ethan was also in, Sebastian leaned against the wall, his muscles tense. Jada took a deep breath, steeling herself for the upcoming discussion. Killian, his features etched with a mixture of grief and determination, stood at the head of the room, preparing to address their strategy. "Who did this !" Ethan asked in a whisper, as he dropped the hard paper picture of Marcus cold body on the table "Missing spleen, missing heart?! Who else it's the hunter!" Killian replied, anger evident in his voice. "We need to figure out our next move," Killian said, his voice laced with a grim resolve as he moved away from the wall and walked to

News of the explosion traveled fast. By morning, it was everywhere. The news channels called it a "terrorist attack." The Inquisition called it a "gas leak." But the underworld knew the truth. Someone had hit Kaelen. Hard. And they had walked away. In the Haven, the mood was electric. The wolves weren't scared anymore. They were excited. For years, they had hidden behind their walls. Now, they had struck back. And they knew who was responsible.

My killers. I took slow breaths and gazed at my watch. The seconds were going faster tonight. I could tell something was in the air . A crackle, an omen. But it was not important. "Listen up," I said, speaking low but sharply. They sat up like hounds on command. "I don't care how many bodies hit the ground tonight. Let their camp run red with blood. Burn them to the ground if you can. But make sure someone remains alive."

Gray who spoke. “Well, I actually thought the same code name as the killer didn't give us one himself,” confessed Mr. Anderson. “Of course, great minds think alike,” said Mr. Gray proudly, and everyone else in the room felt a little uncomfortable seeing Mr. Gray's sudden boasting. “Ok …... and finally, the killer somehow transfers the dead body to the victim’s house in the victim’s funeral outfit. He even left the victims in their own room in a position as if they were simply sleeping. And even after doing all these no one ever saw the culprit. There's not a single witness.”

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.

Back then, her body count was off the charts. “She’s from Evermore?” Harvey squinted at Keeka. It wasn’t his first time dealing with the organization, but he was still surprised at how strange and ruthless they were. “Go together!” Kellan roared furiously. His subordinates pulled out their firearms, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. Keeka calmly glanced at Kairi, smiling, as if she was greeting Kairi. She then waved her hand, and more needles flew out. The man in front of Kairi wasn’t a martial artist—he instantly fell to the ground after getting hit by the needles.