Killing Morph Novels & Stories

of the First Day. "File 105: The First Kill," the Liquidator spoke, his voice gurgling like blood in a throat. He manifested as a massive, translucent Vulture of Cyan Data, his cyan suit now a plumage of sharp, data-filled feathers. "Status: Carnal. Recommendation: Immediate Evisceration of the Sovereign Will. If the 'Icon' is allowed to taste the kill, the 'Optimization' will be Un-Done". The Vulture’s talons lashed out, but they weren't trying to cut our flesh; they were trying to Sever the Morality from our power.

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,

A man covered in a black robe stood behind him, “it is you” Jim Kim smiled faintly and nodded, and scoffed, “of course, who else were you expecting it to be?” Mora's face was unsightly, wondering why the rich were unruly, “let me go, I have never wronged you” she begged. Jim Kim's face darkened, and he glared at Mora “you made me angry, that is all, I would have killed you long ago, but, that old mother of yours is intelligent, just so you know, those who go against me end off dying mysteriously” he sneered.

He asks. "I just know this." I tell him looking him right in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you.' "Then you are foolish." he growls, "I.am Kaden Delacourt. The Primordial hybrid. Destroyer of packs and bringer of death. I killed my own mother and father. Tortured my siblings for eternity. Destroyed countless packs, slaughtering anyone that dared to stand in my way and yet you say you don't fear me? Do I scare you now?!" He growls, snarling his teeth at me.

When diplomacy failed, when whispers in dark rooms grew teeth, when threats didn’t listen to reason—Khael made sure they never spoke again. He had a code, yes, but not the kind you’d pin to any knight’s crest. Khael’s morality bends and folds like smoke, curling around his own sense of right and wrong, never quite fitting anyone else’s mold. He kills when he must, never for pleasure—but always without remorse. And then, just as effortlessly, he heals. That’s the contradiction of him.

“I’m just saying there has to be a way to get Carter out of the way, you both look like you have a bond, who is Carter Morale?” “Firstly there’s nothing that can be changed Jaden can only challenge Carter in a fight after ten years and Carter is a freak of nature” “What do you mean” “I and Morale’s alliance was strictly discreet only Rustave was at the fight” “And so?” I question, perplexed about where this conversation is heading. “I killed Morale in that fight and he had no child” How is that possible? “Maybe Mr. Morale had a confidential child” “And who happened to tell him about the Alliance?”

What this fools don't know is that I am more advanced and powerful than they are, I continued smashing and Crushing down beings without emotions, Diana has been the only hinderance to me when it comes to ruthlessly killing. I am just done with ripping off the womb of a woman when I heard the cries of little children behind me, I turned back to see little children staring at me while criying, Bloods stained their clothes as they are spotted crying beside their deceased family. " KILL THEM!!! " I ordered Because I can't stand killing little children, Flames and Earth Claw jumped into the scene with their fury flesh eating mode, The Children screamed in pains as Flames slowly burned them and he

AURELIAN POV: My father stared at me without blinking. "...Explain." "I killed them." His eyebrows pulled together. "Impossible." "I did." "No." His voice became firmer. "If Morveth had died..." He tapped his own chest. "...I would've felt it." "You should have, but I killed him in another reality." The room became still. "Vaelthor made me believe Morveth was a threat to the wolf race. Vaelthor gave me the power to kill Morveth, but after a long fight at your mansion, we both fell off the roof dead," I explained.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

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.