Killing Sacred Cows Novels & Stories

And that said more about her than it did about me. I was completely in shock. “Nesko is a different situation; he’s a man who learned to wield pure power at its peak, so killing him will be difficult—that’s why the sacred creatures are the ones who will go after him,” said the Goddess. “Once you touch the horn of peace, the sacred creatures will awaken everywhere and attack the corrupt magic that exists. That will give you an advantage for the coming days. You must move quickly and organize the wolves. Don’t dismiss the migrants, and keep in mind that someone you love is betraying you—but not because that person wants to. He is compelled by Hall.”

"You think you deserve that? Officer, this person murdered a teammate, slandered military personnel, and attempted to sabotage a rescue operation. Under wartime regulations, how should this be handled?" The officer answered curtly, "Exile." "No—don't! There's radiation out there! Zombies! I'll die!" Eliza screamed hysterically, thrashing wildly. "Strip her protective suit and throw her out," Alec ordered coldly. The enraged teammates surged forward, ripping off the protective suit Eliza was wearing—the one that had once belonged to Jack. "Please… I'm begging you, don't throw me out. Let me stay—I'll do anything! I'm pretty, I can serve men, I—"

The gruff voice demanded. “Erwawk… let go of me!” It sounded like he threw her on the floor as the cow made distressed sounds. “Does my herd look like I have a brown cow? These are real cows, Holsteins, not your kind. Go away, I haven’t finished milking.” “What are you so afraid of, little bird?” He bellowed at her as I cringed against the wall under the milking booth, hoping the real cow would hide my scent. “Your kind killed all our werecows,” Orva’s sharp voice declared. “It cost me a fortune to get these from the White Mountains. You can’t kill them, I have documentation!” Her shrill trill made me cover my ears.

"Oh, my god! Severin is really a killing machine!" "The sacred lands have spent so much effort and time to nurture and teach Gresham, Drake, and the other two to be where they are today. How horrible it is to know that they die so easily. Surely, the sacred lands are not going to let it go so easily." "It's the end for the Grandiuno Sacred Land for offending the Four Great Sacred Lands in one go. I bet the half-immortals must be furious now."

"I didn't want anyone else hurt because of me." "And then?" Elder Sophia's voice was gentle. "We fought. Hand to hand. Then with weapons. He was skilled. Trained. But I was desperate." I swallowed. "Eventually, I gained the upper hand. Broke his neck. It was self-defense.” Silence filled the room. Elder Marcus finally spoke. "You killed a Continental Council-sanctioned hunter." "He was sanctioned to hunt rogues. Not innocent wolves. Not Ghost Wolves who'd committed no crimes." My voice hardened. "The Society corrupted their mandate. Used it to justify genocide."

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

“But that’s impossible. The council put a ban on ritual siring after the Ten Years’ Lunar Wars. They burned and destroyed all knowledge of the hymn of Lycaon.” “Nothing is truly impossible, Elder Whitehall,” Dean stated matter-of-factly. “Tch…” Whitehall hissed under his breath. “All the more reason you should have eliminated those rogue wolves. If rumors of their existence got out, it would threaten the fragile peace the werewolf world is desperately holding on to,” Elder Edward spoke in an objective tone.

The hesitation cost him. The blade took him in the shoulder, deep enough to drop him. “JAMES!” Liana was there in seconds, dragging him back from the fight. Around the battlefield, the same scene repeated. My warriors are trying to subdue without killing. The controlled wolves fight to kill with no hesitation. We were losing. “Sophia!” Kael's mental voice slammed into me. We can't keep this up. They're slaughtering us. I know. But I won't kill innocents!

I even put up a sign—"No entry for Sebastian Jensen, Susan Clarke, or Alice Reed! Dogs aren't allowed either!" … Our life pretty much went back to normal. After my practice exam, Helena and I took Grandma to the hospital for her follow-up. As we were wheeling Grandma into the department, we ran into Alice, who was in the middle of a heated argument with the hospital director. "My parents were just trying to help people! They did it for the patients! How can you scold them? You're discouraging the very people who've devoted their lives to medicine!" When I heard that, I couldn't help but eavesdrop.

I prefer the years of silence rather than his moaning. I was speechless as I watched Kandreah draw the life energy out of his twin. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I have an army, my army and their army too, with me that I have to think of. If he can do this to his brother, what would stop him from slaughtering any one of us? I have went through Sodom and Gomorra in this ever so long existence of mine. I have killed many people, those good, the bad ones and evil ones alike. But some things are sacred. We were all gobsmacked and stunned as we watched Kandreah with terror. This heinous murderer was draining the blood out of already ashen and unconscious body of his twin. This was an act of