Natural Born Killer Book Novels & Stories

Caleb and Kara, while knowing what I was never asked about it, their desperation to bury that truth of my true nature only surpassed by my own. "Even before I set fire to my Mama's garden when I was eight, I knew I was different. It was like a whisper over my skin, a knowledge deep in my soul of my true nature. And then as I grew, we noticed that I healed faster and my eyes turned yellow as well as the signature amber that marked me as wolf. My first turn wasn't even on a full moon."

It was hard to comprehend killing someone so elusive. It didn’t matter to me that he was a family member. We barely knew each other anyway and it was clear that he intends to hurt my family. I’ve done it before, I’ve killed people but thinking about it now, it was getting difficult for me. Maybe it was the trauma that was holding me back. As Primo lay in bed, asleep, I walked over to the window by our room. The night sky was clear, you could see the stars so clearly. I contemplated what was happening.

Guess what, I helped him but he still tried to kill me. That was back in the volcano. I stared at you a few times, but you didn't die even though I meant to kill you. There is something in you, immune to titan's ability. If my special gift cannot harm you, so can the others. But, don't be complacent, a brute force will still be able to kill you. I looked back at him and was amazed. His eyes glowed like stones of ember. You still didn't die. I tried to kill you just now.

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

Kael read that last line three times. The pre-founding Moonborn codes. The old law. Three hundred years dormant and invoked now, on the convergence point of three pack territories, by an unregistered female wolf with nine witnesses. He was aware of a sensation he recognized as the specific compound of anger, calculation, and something he refused to name that had become familiar company over the past weeks. He set the report on his desk. He straightened. He went to the window. The morning forest below was grey and quiet and told him nothing useful.

He kidnapped young heirs from lower-tier Mafia families or poor households and, using unknown drugs, brainwashed them, destroyed their vocal cords, and altered their faces with surgery. During this process, he broke their bones, molding them into the shape of beasts. He transformed living, breathing human beings into mindless gladiatorial machines, capable only of killing. Because the fighters in his club possessed human intelligence, they could perform bloody spectacles that real animals could never learn, attracting the attention of the world's wealthiest and raking in a fortune. And his so-called "charitable donations" were nothing more than a way to launder the blood money. The gentleman

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

he replied to me. "Don't you have any other medicine for infections like this?" I asked him again. I know there isn't, but there might be. The nurse shook her head. "If an immortal gets sick or injured, it will be easy to heal. But like this, it is difficult, especially because the cause of their injury is unusual. Only the seed of life can save them, but the seed is limited so it cannot be just use it," he answered me and I didn't know what to think.