Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

From the outside, Klauss, Narco, Leroy and Lyric, and other well-trained killers/cleaners surrounded the private resort, heard the resounding chilling blood-curling screams of men being killed by their Boss echoing the night. The ten men who sexually assaulted Sumire are now lying lifeless on the cold floor bathed in their own blood. Mort really did good artwork this time but he wasn't satisfied yet. He smashes and stomps their lifeless faces to smithereens with his feet making the murder scene in grisly detail.

On the table was a huge sword with an ornate gold handle and pure silver blade. The woman looked at it with wide eyes, staring and crying. "Pamela Skoful," Cyrene said, "you have been accused of the unsanctioned killings of humans who had been your mother, father, brother, and sister. The killings happened seven months after your turning. You have been hunting successfully on your own and had two willing human donors. When asked why you killed them, your response was that 'they smelled good.'" Pamela's sobs grew louder.

Given the case, Jules was relieved. Suddenly, a large group of black-clad killers with blades rushed out from their surroundings. There were a few dozen of them, all dressed in black and wore masks over their faces. It was impossible to tell who they were in the dark. They moved at breakneck speed, and their forms were swift and nimble too. None of them appeared to be ordinary assassins. “Master Jules, stick to my side at all times. ” Ettore gripped the blade in his hand firmly. He locked his gaze on those killers in black that were rushing toward him. Ettore's murderous intent was already leaking out of his body.

I considered them a temporary distraction from my little incident with Katerina. Eventually, the day began to draw to a close with only one lesson left- business management. I had not run into Katerina throughout the day and was hoping two contradicting things: One, that she would not be in my last lesson, and two, that she would be there. I walked past the masses of girls who were drooling and swooning over me. Poor things. I smirked and entered the classroom on my left. It was filled with groups of teenagers my age who were sitting on tables and chatting loudly. As soon as I stood in front of the classroom all eyes were fixed on me and the chatter ceased. I began a quick analysis of the pe

That would be silly. In order to get hired by T.H.E.M., you first have to get on their radar. Kill five people without being identified or caught, and you’ve got T.H.E.M.’s attention, even if they don’t know exactly who you are yet. This earns you the label of a Recognized but Unidentified Serial Killer (R.U.S.K.), meaning T.H.E.M. has identified your killings are the work of one person, they just don’t know who you are. Kill ten people without getting caught, and T.H.E.M. will try to recruit you—obviously they’ll have to have identified you before they can recruit you, but T.H.E.M. is very good at identifying serial killers, so if you kill more than ten people without getting identified by

Barely making it to the toilet, I clean myself up with a towel and glance in the mirror. That aweful feeling starts seeping into my brain when I focus on the blood that is dried on my face. A partial hand print is also dried in blood on the wall behind me and I soon understand what must have happened. I have become a psychopathic killer and that would explain my bouts of memory loss. I start to go down a dark path and wonder just how many others I have killed.

I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

So, they were the ones who welcomed the others, after Zariel left them, the common dragon of the end, at that time, so Tsuki was there, on a day off, waiting for details about the investigation of another moment, in which a series of deaths. Since they happened around each of the five states of the United States, then, a prolific psychopath and serial killer roamed those states, being known as the newest serial killer of the 21st centuries. Hikary: No..., I won't allow When there was one thump followed by another. Tsuki: He didn't... The rustling of leaves in the forest. Creatures: He's mine... Hikary: I won't run away... Narrator Then, claws were heard slicing through the air.