Killing Morph Novels & Stories

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

The bond was feeding his raw, bloodthirsty adrenaline directly into my hybrid core, turning my every instinct into a weapon of pure territorial defense. Killian hit the base of the vault floor like a dark meteor, his massive claymore unsheathed, the silver-coated edge casting a lethal, pale reflection against the wet stone walls. His amber eyes were completely swallowed by the pitch-black void of his feral beast, his massive chest heaving violently beneath his silver-mesh armor as his dark scent of cedar and copper flared intensely, policing the pitch-black shadows of the vault.

That man he met is killed by one of the Nephilim. The Nephilim are born when a demon invades a human body. They have some special abilities apart from being larger in size and scary looks. Nephilim can only be killed by the Skipper seers, and no one can kill them. The Nephilim who came to kill Iris is dead because of the arrows Iris fired, and not because of the Were warriors. Anything the Skipper seer touches becomes a deadly weapon to use against the Nephilim.

It disgusted Aeon to no end. Aeon let out a small breath to steady herself as she lined each pistol up with the small gap between the metal on the heads of each Tech K9. It's a small spot on the temples of any Tech K9 breed. The only other vulnerable spots on the Tech K9s were their eyes as those were still organic, but they were covered by visors. The Scouts head ducked down, but the Hunter kept his head up. The opertunity to take both out at the same time left, however, Aeon decided to take the shot anyway. The Hunter is large and easily was the more dangerous one. She fired one shot into its skull, watching as it whent dropped like a stone, blood pooling around its head.

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

as Howen flinched under my angry clenched grip around his throat. In my lowest, darkest Alpha voice I announced to the dank corridor, “Believe me, I will have no hesitation in killing all of you.” I killed a man before we even got here. I’ve killed dozens in my time working for Beldon and Morrell. My soul is as tainted as my scarred skin. All the same kind of men as Ronan and Valdis. Sick, thieving bullies the world won’t miss. The thierteenth man on our mission hadn't made for that same reason.

Then back at her. "We stall. She runs." "No!" My voice cracked. "I'm not leaving you." "You're not ready," Kieran said, stepping closer. "They'll kill you." My hands clenched into fists. "I am ready. I've killed before." "That was instinct. This is war." I wanted to argue, but then…. The ceiling cracked open. A shape dropped through. Seven foot tall. Limbs connected like a puppet. Metal-pale and tanned in flickers of lights.

The most important thing was that they would not feel pain or fear. It could be said that it was a human-shaped machine born for killing. Kill! He killed them without hesitation! Zephyr Khan, like a peerless killing god, started a massacre feast in the Primordial Space. That terrifying killing aura was enough to make any expert tremble in fear. Of course, the reason why Zephyr Khan's killing desire was so strong was that the two big domains outside had already opened hostilities.