Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

His notebook was packed with meticulous notes: Main Perpetrator: Takeshi Tanaka (Grade 5) – monopolizing the classroom violence sector for two months Victim: Koji Sato – represents a vulnerable demographic, lacking defense mechanisms Accomplices: 3 (functioning as subsidiaries) Revenue Model: Extracting tangible assets via intimidation—snacks, allowance, etc. “This is primitive predatory capitalism,” Takuto muttered around the pencil in his mouth. Then, his eyes landed on the girl beside him. Miu Yamada—his nemesis from a previous life, once the cold-hearted department chief, now casually humming while doodling smiley faces on her eraser. “Hey,” Takuto nudged her with his pen. “What do you t

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look

“Yeah. Those assholes’s identities were wiped clean. Nothing in the police database. They didn’t exist, but one, who was supposed to be dead.” “He’s dead, Amelia.” “No. He died two years ago. Car crash.” “What?” I was on my feet, grabbed the phone from her, and looked at the image of the identified attacker. “Who would do such great lengths to bury the dead and come back as a trained killer?” “Special ops. Could be someone who knows what they’re doing. Underground military contractors, and that’s not all. The plates are fake. They don’t exist. And what’s worse is, they’re werewolves.”

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

His parents were worried and didn’t know what to do but at least they could watch over him. He was still laying in his room a month later when Amanda Davis was found with a broken neck. The following month Becky Gonzalez was discovered, and the next month Hailey Pope was killed. All with broken necks, all while babysitting and all with out a single clue. 5 girls in 5 months all in Huntersville. Stacy didn’t know she had been picked as number 6.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

“It was his paper for a science fair experiment,” Sasha explained, “the one that got featured on the local news nishikie with Himiko’s portrait. I was finally able to confirm it in the library archives.” “But Tamerlane…” Aki mumbled. She still found it hard to say the name of her father’s murderer. “I know,” Sasha said. “I have a feeling that Tamerlane and the ‘Trailblazer’ are one and the same person.” “I see…” Aki said. “So he was the one who left behind the transcript on Ichi Geki Ken, the One Touch Death Strike.”

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.