Killing Morph Manga Novels & Stories

I have no idea but what I must do is just focus and stay alert on what may possibly happen as this time passes by 94% Ninety four percent, it was moving much faster than what I expected… maybe I did make him mad so bad… “You have no idea… you have been of it. You are just a man who knows nothing but a mere scape of the whole truth! You coward!!“ He started shouting That man… who was known to a figure of not being mad if not for a certain point… He may not be as famous as what Lenro was, in the game of IKINOBIRU, I am certain that he was some one that I hated… It was him who killed Lenro— wait… didn't I just met with Eliza and. Lenro when Jinre was chasing after me? There was a sudden stroke

Number Seven screamed. Kira threw the severed arm aside and grabbed Number Seven by the throat. Just like she'd done to Zara. Just like she was about to do to all of us. "You can't absorb what you can't kill," Kira said calmly. She drove her fist through Number Seven's chest, pulled out the heart, and crushed it. Number Seven collapsed, twitching. Dying. Kira turned to face Numbers Nine and Twelve, not even breathing hard. Black blood dripped from her hands.

Akira's hand tightened on the dagger, and she raised it, ready to stab Kaida. "Now," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Now, Akira. Kill her." Akira's eyes locked on Kaida, and she took a step closer. "Akira, don't!" The fake Kaida screamed, but Akira didn't listen. With a swift and precise, deadly motion, Akira pushed the dagger into Kaida's heart. Kaida's eyes widened in shock, and she fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Akira stood over her, the dagger still in her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.

He fell to the floor, clutching at his wounds as blood poured from his body. “You dared to harm my mate,” Mo said, her voice cold and unfeeling. “This is the price you pay.” With one final shift, Morana and I merged into a form larger and more powerful than anything we’d ever been before. Our jaws closed around his neck, and with a savage twist, we ended his pathetic existence. The room was silent now, save for the sound of my heavy breathing. Blood coated every inch of my fur, and the bodies of our enemies lay in a gruesome display of our wrath.

I was done submitting. “Who the hell is that?” I hissed to Darius. Darius’s face was gray. “Alpha King Moros. Rules all Northern packs. Age: unknown. Last war: killed 3 Alphas in one night. Reason: someone looked at him wrong.” Great. Kieran stepped in front of me. In front of Rylan. One hand pressed to the bullet wound in his side, blood seeping between his fingers. The other hand out, claws extended. “Show yourself!” he roared.

* They looked at the two photographs together at the kitchen table. "Victor Harmon's daughter," Cameron said. "Victor Harmon's daughter," she confirmed. "In your hospital room." "Under a fabricated identity, on a fabricated credential, badged into the ward for five hours on the night I died." She paused. "And three feet from the bed." Cameron was quiet for a moment. "Harmon said he recognised your rebirth," he said. "When he spoke to you in Connecticut. He said he saw it in the way you moved through the world and he'd seen it before."

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

Only then did Death stop hunting them. Mort is different from everyone else. He is a Mafia King. His name is a big catch in the Underground that even the people on the surface want to kill him. Put a price on his head. Klauss knows how difficult it is for Mort to cut his connection to the Underground. Even if he wants a peaceful life with Sumire and their children, that is unlikely to happen. His enemies will keep coming after him and it may endanger his family. If his life with Sumire will be happy, serenely beautiful, and quiet, Klauss knows that it will only last a short period of time. That won't last long.

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

The disgusted smirk on his face as he kept promising to touch me when I become older or in his terms, 'a big girl. I wanted to release my frustrations on someone, anyone. I wanted to just kill every last mafia related person. But now, I want to torture all the men who slit those girls throat despite their pleads till they fucking bleed to death. All the men including that retched soul Marco. Blood oathing me and taking me by surprise won't make me go all soft on him. He needs to die and only I can kill him. Anyone who stands in my way dies as well. I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me.