Order Killer Novels & Stories

Everyone knows he’s ruthless especially the business world because he gives no room for second chance, many people believe he’s like that because he watch his parents killed by unknown assassin in his front and till this day, the cops couldn’t give him justice , so they don’t blame his attitude. At the underground world, he’s known as STRANGER , the young man who came and beat the Stan group becoming the number one weapon seller. The Stan were angry as they still wonders how he did it, that’s why they became rivals and kept sending men to spy on him to know how he manage to still deliver even tho the process became strict.

There could be a lot of reasons for her to lie to him but he had no right to hurt her if she wasn't working for Alonso. Hunter sighed, dropping his head. His palms rest on the tiled wall as water cascades down his muscular back. His phone rang from inside the room. He quickly showered, wrapping a towel around his torso, he stepped out. Grabbing his phone he answered the call without checking the caller ID and his face soured when he heard that voice. It was Alpha Waylen, the great Alpha King. "I'll think about it," Hunter said. "What do you mean think about it? It's not a request but an order from your soon-to-be father-in-law. I want you here in my mansion tomorrow. Don't be late," Alpha Ki

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

"I've been embedded in the eastern sectors for a week now, tracking the operational patterns of The Order. Kael... there is something much more disturbing about their first-in-command boss. The man who goes by the name Dante." Kael narrowed his eyes, his posture straightening. "Elaborate." "When we first identified The Order as a potential threat to the supernatural high courts, we assumed Dante was simply an exceptionally skilled human running a highly trained network of contract killers," Roran explained, the sound of papers rustling echoing over the line.

Miller stood in front of me, his hand on his holster, shouting to maintain order. I leaned against the armored car door. Instead of defending myself, I just raised an eyebrow. "Since you're all so clever, let's just say that's what happened." "Go ahead. Pin whatever crime you want on me and get the execution over with." "I think 'information broker' has a nice ring to it. It's creative." Miller was trembling with rage, on the verge of losing control of the rioting crowd. Just then, a young man in a worn jacket pushed through the crowd.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

Realizing no one was answering he decided to elaborate for us, "The Order was a group of individuals that kept magic and supernatural beings together. No one was more powerful than than the other. As the years passed by they appointed a werewolf king and queen as well as a Vampire king and queen to help rule over there kinds, but because of their decision a group of individuals came together to over take them which we all know is the council. It was on the night of last alignment of planets that the council separated and executed the three members that made up The Order, but before the last one died he cast a spell to combine the powers of the three of them and start the prophecy",

he groaned. "Shhh! That’s just water, not oil. But I can pour oil next if you don’t tell me who ordered you to kill me," I warned him. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he replied. "Wrong answer," Agent R said and poured oil on the lower part of the man's body. "I’ll ask again—who ordered you to kill me?" I repeated. I saw him flinch in pain, then finally speak. "D-Danica Morales. She ordered me to kill you so she could fully have Dave Mondragon Santiago to herself."

I rasped, my voice rising above its normal range. His expression morphed into an amused one though his chocolate brown orbs remained understanding. "I'm a killer. A consigliere to the Capo of a very large organized crime syndicate in Seattle. We're called the Bratva." He replied flatly, no sliver of emotion in his voice.

I sat as I stared at her waiting for her to tell what was so important that she made me forfeit my ice cream. "Marco Leonardo is a killer like you. Not a killer but unlike the other people who send you to do their dirty work, Marco does his by himself. Unless he is busy, then he sends his right-hand man to finish the job" she finished and released a long held breath. "Why are you telling me all this?" I said clearly pissed off. "Because he won't hesitate to kill you if you make a funny move" Kill me? Does this woman know how many people have tried to kill me but ended up dead?