Novel & Cerita Nightmare Sans X Killer Sans

Author’s POV: Zara woke up early as usual as the nightmares wouldn’t let her sleep. She hasn’t told anyone about these nightmares not even Gina. These days her only concern or the only thought that is on her mind is “who is the killer” and “how to catch him” before he makes his next move. So very determinant to catch the killer, she got off the bed and went to bathroom to do her daily routine. Today she opted to wear sky blue furry jumper paired with white jeans and white sneakers and braided her hair. After giving herself a final look she picked up her things and went down for breakfast.

I am Cassidy Salem Bently, Alpha Zarion of the Volatile Hounds Pack’s Luna. And I shall win.

he stuttered but could still feel the coldness of Xanti's tone, his eyes seemed to stiffen his body so he couldn't move. "Let's just say that the one behind you mercilessly killed your colleague, it's a pity you're not there, that guy was pathetic and he was the only one who died, he was suffocated with only one hand. Can you imagine that would happen to your girlfriend if you remain stubborn?" Threatening it. The man's knees softened, if he didn't feel the fear with Zera but as Xanti said this he knew they could do it and he couldn't get out of his mind that something like that could happen.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

People always ask us why do we call ourselves The Satan Snipers, today as we unite as one we conquer, because when we are together it is our enemies we will taint, it is our enemies who will parish. Tonight on this day we will spill the blood of the ones who have wronged. We will pass one Judgment- A Satan’s death. We will be merciless as we punish. We are The Satan Snipers and tonight we will reap vengeance on those who wronged us. We stop just outside the old broken down warehouse. I line my bike slowing its speed. It’s a clear view to the piece of shit dump. Killer takes his position on my rear as we stop. I pull my helmet off my head and remove my bandanna off my face.

"Tristan, isn't that Raze Hollow? The enforcer for the south side?" "What the hell is a loan shark like him doing here? Seraphina, look." Tristan and Seraphina were frozen in their doorway. Raze Hollow was a known butcher in the Nightfall Territory, a wolf who broke limbs for sport and never let a debt go unpaid. "Tristan, he’s going to kill him! Xender is going to get slaughtered. We have to intervene!" Seraphina’s voice was high and panicked, but her scent was flooded with a sick, sweet satisfaction. She wanted to see me broken.

"He is Nocturno, a Super S-rank wanted criminal in Dragonia. He was powerful and ruthless. He had hundreds of victims in his hands. So, can you tell me the truth now?" Felix continued to shake his head. He didn't even bother to say another word. He had never felt the need to explain himself to anyone. He would never deny something he had done, but this situation was entirely different. First, whether Nocturno was a Super S-rank wanted criminal or not, he was indeed a killer. Second, Xena was the goddess of war who was responsible for such matters. Admitting this would mean he would be labeled a murderer, and Felix had no authority in law enforcement.

“What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.” “Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.” I blinked at him, confused. “More?” My father leaned back in my chair, those deep grey eyes studying me intently. “Mr. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. He was X.” For a second, the name didn’t register. Then it hit. X. The name whispered through every criminal circle, the assassin whose contracts left no witnesses. I felt my throat dry. “That’s not possible.”

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.