Killer X Outer Novels & Stories

However, Killian continued to mock and insult her, his eyes devoid of any remorse. Yifa shut her eyes tightly, placing a hand over her chest in an attempt to still the rapid thumping of her heart. It was merely a dream, an illusion she needed to dismiss. Once she regained her composure, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room enveloping her was adorned in a deep shade of navy blue, housing an expansive king-sized bed. It bore a striking resemblance to Killian 's quarters, complete with a walk-in closet, a spacious bathroom, and a bookshelf crammed with literature and trinkets. Yifa didn't have to exert much mental effort to deduce that this was Black 's domain. The walls were ad

I was the fuse on a bomb that was already ticking. ​Killian stood at the very edge of the helipad, his massive, dark Alpha form silhouetted against the violet sky like a herald of doom. His fur was standing on end, crackling with the static electricity generated by the Hive’s proximity. He wasn’t looking at the ship; his predatory gaze was fixed on the streets thousands of feet below, where the first “Infection Pods” were beginning to fall like black, oily raindrops from the heavens.

To extremist human hunters, I was the ultimate heretic that needed to be purged. A low, terrifying growl vibrated in Killian’s chest. He slammed his fist down onto the war table, instantly crushing the pure silver crossbow into useless scrap metal. "Whatever it is they want," Killian snarled, keeping me tightly tucked against his side, his gaze sweeping over the map of the western border like a drawn blade. "Any human who dares to step foot in Blackwood territory is going to learn exactly why their kind spent the last few millennia hiding and shivering across the ocean."

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

Then he got up and went outside to check on his pack. Outside of his room, Xavier saw a big hole in the wall of the living room. Shaking his head, he went over to Kai, who was lying. "... Hmmm, it looks like you're slacking off to get beat up by your subordinate," said Xavier as he helped Kai up. Kai gave a snort and wiped the blood off the side of his mouth. "... I'm not! I'm just trying to avoid hurting them "he thought. Then he looked around the room and was shocked to see the trunk that Xavier had been hiding for a long time.

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

The lead outcast raised a massive, jagged obsidian greatsword, his cracked lips parting in a silent, bloodthirsty snarl as he lunged toward me. "They feed on the heat, Lyra!" Killian roared. Before the stone blade could connect, Killian bypassed their defense with a terrifying display of raw, physical Alpha strength. He tackled the lead outcast to the ground, his claymore cleaving through the creature's calcified neck in a shower of sparks and hot, thick grey blood. He didn't use fire; he used brute, bone-shattering force, his thick arms bulging as he slammed the creature's head into the glassy obsidian floor until the stone shattered.

Dad said as he hugged me from the side and rested his head on mine. Just then there was a loud sound of water boiling and then there was a lot of heat that filled the cave, then came a shirtless guy in black pants and nothing but anger and blood lust in his red eyes and that was the one and only Alpha King Xander Knite. “Who the fuck are you and how did you get here?” Dad had a strong threat in his words as he got up in a defensive position covering me behind him. “I’m afraid you have something I want.”

Xander growled as the bay doors hissed open. He didn't wait for a parachute. He dropped five hundred feet into the snowy pines, his golden aura erupting into a localized shockwave upon impact. The forest floor shattered, sending a spray of frozen earth and splintered wood into the air. The Sköll-Kin didn't flee. They emerged from the shadows of the logging cabins, their forms distorted by unstable Aetheric injections—twisted, grey-furred monstrosities with eyes that burned with a manic, violet light.

"Take everything until there is nothing left of his name on my skin." A dark, savage grin cut across Killian’s face. He did not waste another second. He stripped his shirt off in a single, violent motion, revealing the heavily muscled, scarred expanse of his chest. He pinned her flat against the velvet pillows, his large hand reaching down to brutally tear the remainder of her black lace underwear away, discarding it into the shadows.