Otaku Killers Novels & Stories

“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.

The word hit me like ice water. Even Subject 13, barely conscious and wrapped in blankets, flinched at the name. "Tell me what that means," I said to Kieran. "All of it." He met my eyes. "They're not hunters. They're the cleanup crew. Final-stage killers." "They don't ask questions," Tyra added through the comm. "They don't leave survivors. If they sent Reapers, this is a total purge." My stomach dropped. "They want us all dead."

Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn’t sit well with me. Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.”

As Tatiana reflected on this, she stared at the details of the first girl’s death and felt certain that she had encountered a similar method of killing before. She glanced around the room, stood up, and found the book on criminal psychology she had previously looked through. Relying on her memory, she flipped to page 165, where she found an introduction about Luca Veroni. He was a notorious serial killer known worldwide.

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

He was the Coretti's Enforcer. If someone weren't paying their debts or if they needed to get a message out through violence or... someone's death. He is who they called. According to the rumors Nino Coretti wasn't a man to play around with, he killed more than a serial killer with anger issues. The last one was leaning against the wall twirling a switchblade in his hand expertly, looking like he was bored with everyone's existence. He had jet black hair and a face that reminded me of a sculpture of Apollo I'd seen on my last visit to the museum. Why were they all so bloody beautiful!

“Just guessing; besides, most killers are male; female killers extremely rare. And these murders are too close together for one person committing random acts.” “And the killers’ have the same pattern. They execute men and women, lacerations discovered on the lower right and left side of the victims abdomen, or under the left breast,” Max said. “Not to mention most men brutally murdered with either gunshot wound to the heads, slashes across the throats, and knife wounds in the rib cage or back.” “You’re right, Max. Sorry guys, that’s all we have to go on for now. But those bastards will strike again, rest assure they will.

Even though something inside me was telling me to go after Kazumi, I ignored it and continued acting as a jerk. I sat in my car and kept on looking towards Kazumi's figure until it was no more visible. The chauffeur started to drive the car and the more he drove opposite to Kazumi's direction, that is, towards my house, the more unsettling feeling grew inside me. The driver started the radio as he observed me from earlier and might have thought that maybe some music could relax me a bit. But instead of music I heard something horrible which made my heart stop. "Several murder cases has been reported in the last few days. The victims are mostly students who are either from elementary school,

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.