Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

The chief looks serious. The chief glanced around. Keep this quiet for now. But your captain is right. This was deliberate. Professional. Not a prank. Kade took the metal from me and turned it over. His eyes went dark. I know this type. Used in tight operations back home. Burns everything. Fast. No evidence left usually. They meant to kill. The young winger joined us breathing quick. Kill? Us? Who would do that? We are just hockey players. The big defenseman came next. This is Vance and his people. Has to be. The party was bringing us together. They hate that.

We are just acquaintances who are under a contract. I shouldn’t let Tyrelle’s reaction bother me because it wasn’t supposed to be new. I should have expected this already. I bear the smile of a cursed killer, and I am - and will forever - be alone.

I knew that there was no way I would want a serial killer like her as a mate and that I wouldn't have wanted her to be the Luna of my pack either. I knew that someone who doesn't care about who dies or not cannot be a Luna. I knew that her reign as a Luna would have been worse. I knew that she would kill pack members without any second thought. I knew that me being the representative of the werewolf council also made it more complicated. I don't know what I would report to the werewolf council if my mate isn't cooperative.

I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die. Bam! A wack came to the top of the table, and I swallowed my heart and everything else that functioned inside of me. I could see his legs from the little space where I was crouched. He was so close to me. That was how I knew it was his fist he slammed against the table so hard. "This is…not happening!" His voice rang through the walls of the quiet room. "No, not again! This is not happening again!" Another hit followed, and the table shook like it was going to crumble.

"I made friends and I felt normal? I don't really know what that is." He ate slowly, looking at me as he did and if someone walked in, this would be a confusing sight. We were two opposites, sitting at a table talking. His entire aura gave off a sense of dominance and firmness, never once faltering. He never laughed or smiled and he barely even spoke. He killed people and was covered from head to toe in tattoos. A complete badass. Then there was me. Always laughing and smiling and never shutting up. I had no tattoos and I was afraid to kill flies in case they came back to haunt me.

Same knife ended the ruthless doctor's life at room 101. And that was ten years ago. Now, William knew that the crime taken from his past could possibly have big connection with what was happening right now. Angelic was bothered about William so she followed him at his room and knocked . "William...? Are you alright, is there something wrong?" Angelic asked him on her worried voice. William cam out from his room and showed Angelic the newspaper he had just found from his old file case. "Oh Jesus! This one happened in the same room where Anika Foster died..." Angelic held her breath and sit on the couch so weak.

“Is he the killer, Mr. Lee?” Don looked at the cold body on the ground in surprise. Kaze had not been gone for long. Yet, he brought the killer’s corpse back. Nevertheless, a dead murderer would not leave many loose ends. Clearly, the killer was acting under orders. Reading his confusion, Kaze said, “Just call it suicide in fear of conviction. “The killer is from Ryokan. I’m sure someone else is behind it, but it’s not the police’s problem. I’ll handle it.”

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

“Then, have you assessed who the potential suspects could be?” “I mean I still don’t have enough evidence but from what all I’ve seen as of yet… It probably was either a grown man or a child as you said.” “Why a man?” “It’s cause there are those people living in this world who come under the category of otakus.” [Author’s Note: For those who didn’t know… ‘Otakus’ are people who are deeply invested in anime and manga] “Ah… That makes sense but why a child then?”