Nick Carter Killmaster Books Novels & Stories

The fall morning was dull and gray, and a chill hung in the air. The leaves hadn’t fully turned yet, but they clung weakly to the branches, drained of color and life. The road leading to the cemetery was always quiet, no matter the time of day. Carter’s grave lay on the eastern side. I crouched down and placed the white lilies I was holding in front of his headstone. In the photo, he was smiling brightly. “I came to see you again.” I pulled my coat tighter around myself and spoke softly. “A lot has happened lately. You know… not long ago, someone started pursuing me again. His name is Blake Miller. He works at the bookstore nearby. He’s a good person…

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

The Specialists of Fear," I read so that anyone could hear the title of the book in my hands, which they gave me, looking with incredible examination at the drawing on the cover before investigating the young women. Are these the cutlery? The individuals who killed Sassa and Lucas? “Indeed .” It's them, Justoedith replies , gnawing on her thumbnail. Greece just gestures and hesitates behind her. I return my consideration regarding the book. —TR McCammon— I report the writer's name, skimming inside the expression—they're coming for all of us— which I'd have to admit is chilling. Have you previously searched for this person in G****e? Maybe it would be really smart to have a chat with him, to

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio

Darryl had thought that once the world of cultivators was a more peaceful place, he could spend more time with Zoran until the end of his godfather's life. Yet, he did not expect his godfather was already dead before they could have some peaceful days. Unfortunately, he had died such a tragic death. Woo! At that moment, Dax took a deep breath and walked forward. He gritted his teeth and said, "Darryl, Donoghue was the one who killed Master Carter…." Then, Dax roughly recounted what had happened. "Donoghue Dixon!" Darryl gritted his teeth and spat those two words; his eyes flamed with rage. Fury burned deep in his heart!

Still, I didn’t dare to anger the bird that ate corrupt souls for a snack… “Relax, birdie,” Nyx rolled her eyes, her smile never faltering. “She was curious about the Master’s work. I see no harm in indulging her.” “No harm?” Corvus screeched, his feathers bristling. “Do you remember what happens in there? Mortals weren’t made to see Justice done!” What the hell did that mean?!

Where we not a team that needed to communicate to one another? "Listen Henchman, if there is something we can do to help I want to offer my services. Sitting here in silence is not going to get us anywhere." Henchman sputtered angrily, spit coming out from inside his cowl. Drake raised an eyebrow at me at the mention of his nickname, but I refused to entertain him. I just wanted answers. Master waved his hand to Henchman and he went quiet, but you could still tell he was seething underneath his cowl.

My poor back has been taking the brunt of the growth, going from zero to intense pain in seconds if my body doesn't settle well into a particular position. "Yes, he would," I say calmly. "But he's king of this territory. Under intense scrutiny from enemies and allies alike. He can't misstep. The man I want dead is untouchable, his life has been sanctioned. Luis can't kill him without good reason. Not without weakening his position in the eyes of our rivals." Arturo sucks in a breath. "Who?" he demands. "Renaldo Garcia." Arturo stares at me. I can see the gears in his brain working as he absorbs the implication of what I'm proposing. Arturo may come across as slow, but I know better. He lacks

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The old master’s face looked solemn, wisdom glinting in his aged eyes. “Did you marry Miss Eveline Montgomery to use her identity and background to get the right to rule?” Old Master Gray’s question was straight to the point. The atmosphere and air around them seemed to freeze in that instant. Everyone was waiting for Carter’s answer. Camille was standing at one side. She looked worried and anxious. Carter lowered his eyes and denied directly. “No, I would never use this kind of despicable means to reach my goals.” “No, you did.” This statement came from the crowd the next second after Carter denied that.