Killermare Sin Novels & Stories

she repeats. "No." Marinah takes a step toward her, and she cries out. "No, I'm telling the truth." Her eyes change. It's odd to watch. Even through her pain you can see the calculation. "I designed the hellhounds. My husband isn't smart enough. I designed them and I control them. You have no idea what's coming. Your kind will be wiped from Earth. Everyone you kill will come back to haunt you." She starts laughing hysterically. "Kill all the red stripes you want. They will be your downfall."

"It's a trick, remember...My sister...It has summoner powers." I frown. A trick? But…But it looks just like Tai. Yet I remember the conversation with Marek. He was so emotional, opening up to me for the first time ever. His sister followed him up the mountain, and was killed by the Snow Demon. He told me it can make illusions by killing Summoners, that it can lure people in to kill them… “Oh…” I breathe, looking back over my shoulder at the silent creature, standing amidst the snow flurries.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

The metallic tang of blood filled the air. “Hold the line!” I roared. My voice carried, cutting through panic. Then I saw her. Seren. She moved like fire—graceful, precise, deadly. Her claws flashed, cutting down the rogue that lunged for her. Another came from the left, and she pivoted, striking him across the throat. For a heartbeat, pride flared through me. And then the scent hit. Ash. Iron. Familiar. Marek’s voice thundered. "Ravagers."

I sobbed harder. Damien’s jaw clenched. “Did you see his face?” “N-no… he wore a mask…” I whispered. “He said—he said he was going to end you… and your company,” I added, voice almost breaking into a scream. “He said you were next, Damien.” His grip on me tightened. Perfect. Just perfect.

I know that he was a sin and never will be a saint, not for anyone else, never for me. I must brace myself for the consequences of this mission. I agree to sell my soul to this devil for the sake of my revenge. Three kisses in exchange for our marriage. A three dangerous kiss of sin.

He collapsed onto his side, his golden eyes wide with shock and unbearable pain, his massive chest heaving as he began to lose his grip on his wolf form. Marek walked down from the rock, a long, silver-tipped ceremonial dagger gleaming in his hand. He stepped directly up to the trapped Alpha, lifting the blade high above Eldrick’s exposed throat. "Goodbye, Alpha," Marek sneered. "Your bloodline ends tonight." Kaelen drew his sword, preparing to leap down the steep incline into the basin, but I didn't wait for him. The sight of Eldrick screaming in the snow didn't break me. It did something else. It shattered the last remaining wall inside my mind. The shy, frightened servant girl who hid in

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

he asked, his voice cutting through the ritual jargon, “why did you erase the girl afterward?” The healing wing went utterly still. Maera stared at him, and for the first time that night, raw hatred broke through her mask of sorrowful piety. Marek stepped forward under Tovan’s watchful guard, his posture bearing the weight of years of exile. “I remember the cleanup after Mira’s rite,” Marek said quietly. “I remember the moon-glass vessel. The black-silver bracelet. I remember the child’s wolf looking back toward the nursery as it was dragged away.”

What came out was a ragged, discordant noise, more cough than invocation. Sera moved like an arrow loosed. One heartbeat she stood at Rin’s flank, the next she was on the nearest cultist, hand snapping his wrist away from the knife at his belt, knee driving into his thigh. He went down hard. Marek drew with the casual speed of long practice and had two more backpedaling under the flat of his blade.