Killermare Sin Novels & Stories

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

Shadows danced against the walls, elongating like watchful spirits as the flames flickered. Eloria stood before her vanity, brushing long, obsidian hair over one shoulder. She wore a robe of deep midnight-blue, sheer and flowing, embroidered with faint runes that pulsed softly whenever she moved. Its slit traced high along her thigh, revealing glimpses of strength beneath elegance. The plunging neckline wasn’t for allure—it was a weapon, a reminder of her dominance. She was power incarnate, wrapped in silk and darkness. The heavy chamber doors creaked open, and Marek entered without waiting for permission. His breath was ragged, his shoulders squared in forced composure. Scars marred his str

He looked up just in time to see Marek step forward, weapon raised, defiance hardening his features even as panic flickered beneath it. The betrayal landed like a physical blow. Marek spat out. “You and your hunter whore will pay for the crimes committed at Spring River!” Xavier shifted. Fire tore through him, power ripping free as he became something older than crowns and vows. The Firewolf surged outward, heat rolling across the chapel, forcing the crowd back in a wave. Shots rang out, striking him, stinging briefly before falling uselessly to the floor. He didn’t slow. Marek faltered, fear breaking through his arrogance just before Xavier struck. The impact cracked stone, the force sendin

To his left was Zoran, a primordial whose power was now at its absolute peak. To his right was Mira, a woman who had survived his best assassins and returned as a silver titan. And in front of him was Naelis, whose simple wave of a hand had nearly shattered his ribs. Any one of these three could rip his little army of elite warriors to shreds before they could even shift into their wolves. “Haha!” Marek, standing near the pile of dead abominations, let out a sharp, biting laugh. He began to wipe the blood from his daggers onto a piece of torn fabric, his eyes never leaving Corin.

"What kind of sick fuck does this?" "We're going to find out," Marcus said coldly. He stood up and looked around, scanning the meadow for anything that might give them a lead. The mist was thick, hiding any signs of struggle or footprints. It was as if the killer had disappeared into the fog, leaving nothing behind but the body and a haunting symbol.

And a man in gloves holding a tattoo needle. Jacob spun. “What the hell is this?” Leo stepped in behind him, the door clicking shut. “Every man in my inner circle is marked. You’re married to me now. You don’t get to walk around with a clean canvas.” “You’re branding me?” Leo’s voice dropped. “I’m claiming you.” Jacob took a shaky step back. “That’s psychotic.” “No,” Leo said calmly. “It’s permanent.” The tattoo was small. Simple. A black line through the Greek letter Omega, right below his collarbone, just far enough to hide under a shirt, just close enough to remind him he belonged to a killer.

Mila asked sounding a bit worried. Marsha just sighed “Your babies are very powerful, very powerful indeed.” “What else.” “Well, they all carry both the wolf and demon genes. However,” “Uh oh, However, however, are never good.” Mila sighed interrupting her. “I promise you it’s nothing bad. “It’s just that one of your babies, the boy I believe, has more wolf gene than the others, the other boy has more demon genes than the others. And the girl is a neutral party, meaning she carries both genes equally. And I believe that is way more powerful than the boys?”

The bond was a pipeline of pure, primal adrenaline, keeping my hybrid wolf coiled tight, her claws scratching against the back of my ribs. Killian stood directly behind me, his massive, scar-fleshed body acting as an impenetrable shield against the bitter, high-seas wind. His silver-mesh armor was caked in black alkali dust and the thick, copper blood of the deep-sea marines we had slaughtered on the cliffs. His amber eyes were completely gone, replaced by the pitch-black void of his feral beast, his chest heaving violently. His dark, suffocating scent of cedar, copper, and raw territorial ownership flared so intensely it completely wiped the briny stench of the ocean from my senses.

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"