Kraven The Hunter Death Novels & Stories

He demanded. "Her,” Maverick corrected sharply. “Her name is Diana.” “It talks.” “Of course I talk!” I snapped. Nicholai shot me a glare before turning back to Maverick. “Please tell me you plan on killing it, brother.” Brother. The word confirmed what I already suspected. “And why on earth would I kill my mate?” Maverick’s voice was low. I watched the color drain from Nicholai’s face. “Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke,” Nicholai said with a dry laugh.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

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.

“We had to make sure the coast was clear before arriving. Sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you.” Kraven gave a slight nod. “It’s fine. You know, at least you are here now. Besides, you could see we already have them gunned down.” I noticed the shocked expression they had on when they heard that—“We had them gunned down.” But then, Kraven wasn't even interested in explaining to them that I shot one dead person while he took care of the other three. Kraven walked over to the bodies on the ground, and I watched as he crouched slightly and studied them carefully. There was a shift in his expression—more like something calculating. Then he turned back to me.

An ear-splitting scream echoed in the woods as the blade pierced into the hunter's heart. Derned stopped coughing and glared at the alpha. "How dare you touch my hunter, you dog?! " He stood up, fuming. "Actually, I didn't even touch him, " Keiran looked back at the motionless body on the ground. "But oh well, he's dead now, " He shrugged. Derned's eyes turned pure black as he gritted his teeth. The vampire moved fast like a wind, delivering a blow to Keiran's stomach.

Kane groaned, his eyes rolled back in pain as blood dripped from his mouth. He moved his hand, in a weak pathetic attempt to stab Mikhail. But he was faster, grabbing his wrist and twisting it at an odd angle. “Death will be too nice for you,” Mikhail muttered, snapping his neck, and rendering him unconscious. Hudson slammed Knox’s head against a rock. He wasn’t going to kill him. At least not yet, not until he had all the answers that he wanted. And if Jade was up to it, maybe she would finally meet the monster who had haunted her all her life.

His voice broke but he composed his posture soon quickly. I didn’t know he had gone ahead to look for her family and even gather all this information. He was the type who would do good but now tell the world. “Kill ---me, bec----uase if I s---urvived---I will---kill you.” Kruz was way beyond redemption, he didn’t care if he dies, he was just not ready to live like a beta even after he lost the match that he had himself challenged Conrad for. Conrad turned his face to me and gently nodded. Once I covered my eyes, I heard a loud howl of pain before the voice faded away and Kruz took his last breath.

“We will meet again.” And with that, the Death Wolf plunged the dagger deep into his own heart. “ Zanderrr noooooo!” Screams echo from behind but it was too late. A sharp gasp tore from his throat, his body arching as pain bloomed through him—not the agony of death, but the release of lifetimes. Shadows poured from his wound, spilling into the air like black mist unraveling from a broken soul. His knees buckled. The battlefield blurred. And then—there was only light.

"How are you? I’m sorry about what my man did to you. I can assure you it will never happen again." I closed my eyes as I shook off the bad memory from my head. I’m alive and he didn’t succeed. That’s what mattered most. "Are you angry with Krane?" I asked in a low voice. I didn’t know why I was hoping that he would be disappointed that Krane killed without remorse. "For what?" "For killing him." "No." "You’re okay with that? He just killed him in an instant, in a barbaric way." "He assaulted you. He gave him an easy death. If it was me, it’d be a more painful death than even in the afterlife, he would never forget it."

Everyone focused on her. “Draven.” He looked at her expectantly. “Everyone here knows about your mate. I'm sorry for bringing this up, but I need to know something about Jenny’s chosen mate.” Draven straightened. “What is it?” “After you killed him... do you know what happened to his body? Did you hear anything unusual about the funeral?” She hesitated. “Are you absolutely sure he died?” Draven’s expression darkened. “I snapped his neck, Angela. That kills a werewolf instantly.” His voice turned heavy. “But no. I don't know what happened afterward. No one allowed me into their pack. I wasn't even allowed to see my mate one last time.”