Killshot Marvel Novels & Stories

Ryker POV The game ends and we win, but it doesn’t matter. Not to me. Not when I know what really happened out there. The hit on Jaxon was planned. Not by one guy. Not just a moment of frustration or a fight over the puck. It was calculated. I saw it too late, saw how the entire team waited until we let our guard down. The second I step into the changing room, I rip off my helmet and throw it onto the bench with a loud thud.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

“You shot someone, and this is the effect. What would you think would happen if she saw you shooting me? Good luck!” Michelangelo knew she was right. He shot someone right in her face and she was burning up with a fever what would happen if he shot another person before her? Would she again lose her consciousness due to shock? Or would she die due to shock? He didn’t want to suffer her that way, but he had to teach Sameeksha some lessons. He coked the gun, yet Sameeksha was smiling at him. Before he could pull the trigger, Renata started mumbling, “no, please, don’t!”

Then Callum’s presence brushes the edge of my mind. Every ounce of strength he can spare flows into me. I gather all of it. The bond. The voices of the pack. The energy is threatening to tear me apart from the inside. I am about to release it when agony spears through my side. A suppressant dart. One of Savannah’s elites slips through the chaos and lands the shot. The energy beneath my skin sputters. Before I can even identify the shooter, Kieran is already on them. A second later, the threat is gone.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there

I let out a cold, mocking laugh. I’d said it from the very beginning that someone stupid enough to spend all their time hurting others was doomed to fail, no matter how powerful their cheat abilities were. Suddenly, Sharon lunged for the gun lying on the ground and pulled the trigger at me without the slightest hesitation. Everything happened too fast. No one had time to react. The smile on her face had become almost insane, as if she could already see herself inheriting everything here after my death.

“You won’t.” The first strike came in the form of awareness: Trevon’s crew appeared from the surrounding alleys, thinking they could intimidate her, thinking she’d be caught off guard. But she had anticipated this. Dee and Aire moved as one, fluid and precise, stepping back into the shadows, using cover, positioning themselves so that every move counted. Trevon’s men hesitated, realizing too late that the girl they thought they could scare was gone. In her place was someone sharp, strategic, lethal in her calm.

Our soldiers, full of new strength now, attacked them and began to kill them. As soon as I healed Killian, he went to take the battle over from Edward who had already beaten hell out of Sloane. "I want to murder him with my own hands and burn his corpse," Killian said to Edward. The victory was ours. The Knighthowl pack had conquered Sloane and his dark army. We had lost some lives, but there were new ones to be welcomed as well. After killing Sloane, Killian burns his corpse and lets the wind blow his ashes away.

Their lance blasts impacted the void shields of the red ships, putting strain on the shield generator. Dozens of tailless shark-mouthed StrikeVipers raced towards their targets and shot off their nuclear warheads without mercy. Once the missiles left the rail the vipers turned and got out of range. Though at this range they could take the blast, they preferred not to take any chances. Besides, the missiles with their advanced tracking systems didn't need any supporting guidance. Like hawks diving on their prey the missiles blasted through the point defence barrier and impacted the idolators Void shields. The resulting blast was tremendous, overloading the void-shield generator, knocking out

you really make me worry. velliam:- sorry but how can princess have that much skilled that can kill animal in just one hit. with that much accuracy and why you have assassination weapon. princess doesn't carry it. that why you take off your pin yourself when I put you in bed Shannon:- I want to say