Killer X Cross 소설 & 이야기

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

Gunner would try to kill me. Because Reapers don’t fk a family. I broke the law. Fxck.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again. "Firstly..." Killian started, his voice commanding silence. "We aren't a gang." He raised his eyebrows at me. Shit! Was I not allowed to think while he was present! "Vam—vampires?" I stuttered. "Who the hell is a fucking bloodsucking animal!" Ronan snapped at me. Geez, this asshole was beginning to get on my nerves. "Then what are you if not that? A secret demonic club?" "We are demons itself."

POV: Hailey Morgan Hailey liked to think of herself as pragmatic. Numbers, contracts, loopholes, these were things she understood. People, though? People were messy. And right now, Damon Cross was the messiest problem she’d ever had to solve. She hadn’t planned on following him. Not really. But when her gut screamed that Elara’s walls were thinning, she trusted it. So she tracked his movements through CrossTech’s business schedules, boardroom whispers, even the elevator logs Byte & Beam’s surveillance had access to.

Marcus said quietly, so people near me could hear. I ignored him and tried to calm down. My training with the Brotherhood of the Silver Cross was hard—quiet moves, quick strikes, using my body and knife together. I pulled out my small dagger and spun it easily. I took a deep breath and started. It wasn’t just about strength—it was like a careful, deadly dance. I jumped up, twisted in the air, and landed low, my blade cutting the air softly. Then I stood up and moved fast, acting like I was about to strike hard enough to break bone.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

He rose, circling the desk. Kieran leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his gaze wild. “No time for pleasantries, Alpha. It’s happening again.” “What is? Spill it,” Damien demanded, reaching for the hunting knife habitually sheathed at his belt. “The killings,” Kieran choked out, pushing off the frame. He crossed the room in a few strides, his eyes locking onto Damien’s. “Across the border territories. Three packs hit in two nights. Brutal. No survivors left to talk.”

She was really hurt and shattered. "So Diane did it in a short time?" Xander chipped in with a deep grunt, taking heavy steps forward. His face was extremely stern and both eyes blazed with rage. I could clearly see his veins running through his neck and arms as every muscle seemed to poke out through his school uniform. "Will you kill him? Will you also kill Hutton as a demon?" Kayla sharply asked while flicking her eyes at me with fear and sadness.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.