Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

"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.

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

Satake hopped on his bike and kick-started the engine which revved loudly on command. The heavy wind crashed against his skin, the sound hitting his helmet came as music to his ears, his skin tingled with every blow of the harsh cold evening breeze as the distinct scent of gravel and exhaust filled his nostrils. Satake stopped the bike in front of Crow memorial. A gated mass of land filled with the corpse of the unfortunate souls that perished that perilous night. The gate creaked open as Satake pushed against it, his sight blurred by the tears he was desperately trying to hold back. He strode through the many gravestones that stood erect. Bodies of innocent people were killed. The Silverlaw

is part of the broader Japanese term tokkotai, which refers to all volunteer suicide bombers (not just pilots). The reconnaissance group lost among them there were at most twenty-five dark ones, while there were at least fifty with dull eyes, and more came up from the forest. Furies, led by Lasters, cut off limbs left and right, like a fan of blades, smashing their opponents, nearby werewolves tore out the throats of bleary-eyed vampires and once their comrades. Veilon from behind, at a safe distance, aimed at the victim, directing explosive bullets precisely between the eyes. The number of fighters in the detachment began to decrease sharply, the dull-eyed ones took in numbers.

They were the parents of the four murderers in the school bullying case: Atlee, Bulworth, Godwin, and Berkeley. Around that time, Wilcox came in. The four people looked up and saw Wilcox’s murderous face. “Mr. Wilcox, you’re here.” Wilcox directly asked, “Have you prepared the money?” “Ten million has been prepared long ago.” Atlee pointed to the boxes on the side. There were a total of five boxes. Wilcox took a look, nodded, and faintly said, “Very good.” “Mr. Wilcox, the Internet now says that the Death Inquisitor is the Terminator. Are you confident?” Bulworth asked.

Hearing his words, she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes. "Just when I thought that you were going to be serious for once" She glared at him but won't stop smiling. "But haven't you considered quitting. I can give you all my wealth and sign everything over to you." He continued. "Let's talk about this again until we catch the Serial Killer." Ottiline Shrugged and said nonchalantly. "There are do many serial Killers, Which of them?" "The Death Killer. The one that kills people that are about to die. We call him the death killer, Isn't that funny?" She muttered.

When one of them noticed that it was Zatima and Niko, they let them passed and two killers were with them. Niko acted well, the two fighters were also talking at his back. "He is Niko Darklin, Arial Killer ranked 5," one of them said. Zatima kept silent while they all listen. "I'm glad master had finally caught him, I heard he recieved a death order tonight," another killer said. Zatima let out a cough sign. The two might have noticed that sge was listening to their gossiping so they had to shut their mouth. As soon as they walked in the elevator. Niko removed his tie and knocked out the two killers who were with them.

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way. Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little. The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla. Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provi

My entire body was trembling; the knife was still on me. “Because it’s time for me to claim you, Little Kitten.” He invaded my space, pushing his body up against mine. I could feel his thick thighs rub up against mine. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” I was speechless. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t find words to make out. I just stared at the sick fool who held me against my will and killed people. “You’re a killer. You killed three girls, and for what reason?”

The killers were stunned as they subconsciously asked, “Who are you?” Monki searched for a long time before he found the cellar door, and he was already impatient. When he heard this, he grinned and said arrogantly, “We’re your ancestors!” A big battle was about to break out. The leader of the group of killers had a cold expression as his line of sight swept over Hunter, Rowan, and the others. Was there something wrong with his eyes? What were these people holding in their hands? Brooms? Mops? The leader of the group of killers said sarcastically, “Oh, it looks like a group of people are here to die. Brothers, attack!”