Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

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.

"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.