Romans & histoires Romantic Killer Stalker

He leans to my ear and whispers, "There are 4 silver bullets in this gun, I want you to put a bullet in the pups head first and then his mate. This is what happens to traitors in the Bloodstone Pack. Do you have the guts... little girl?" My breathing increased, and I was shaking so much the gun was about to slip out my hand. I'm not a killer. I'm not a killer. I won't let him make me into one. I dropped my head and slowly started to drop the gun. I looked at Roman with sad eyes, hoping to change his mind or to get someone else to do it, but his expression was unchanging, and he was still waiting for me to pull the trigger. "I-I can't d-do it.." My voice so soft it came out as a whisper. Befo

And it feels so real, it can't be an illusion. I locked the door and went to the kitchen to put the glass on the sink and went back to my room. I made sure that every door and window are closed. As I sat on my bed, I couldn't help but remember what I saw. That figure looks like it belongs to a male, an alpha male. Wait, doesn't it look like the one who helped me from the gamma? Right! Even his figure is the same. They have the same build and eyes. But what does he want from me? How did he know where I live?

"Didn't you tell it yet to the leaders of the village? "No. I want to hear first what happened to you." Flint nodded from what the alpha leader said and start to narrate what happened when he encountered the werewolf hunter. "Well, she's gorgeous and sexy. I meet her in the bar where humans just want to have fun. I didn't realize it was a trap because I don't sense anything from her nor if she was dangerous to be with." Kasper glared at him after what he said. "What?" Flint asked innocently.

The silver haired young woman struggled to come to terms with what had happened… still trying to fight off the dizziness. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was the wolf’s face switching into one she knew quite well: Tristan fucking Hemmingway!

Since this was what Mila wanted, Liam took her back to the forbidden room as soon as the sun had set and the atmosphere inside the castle became more lively than it was during the day. However, sadness, terror and fear still hang in the air due to Elder Rang's completely unnatural death. They couldn't blame anyone for this because they had absolutely no idea as to who was so brave and didn't have the thought to attack and kill the elder as well. Of course there is an assumption that develops among the vampires that it was Mila who killed Elder Rang because she had previously killed Elder Elena in the dungeon and witnesses who saw the incident recounted the horrific incident in excess.

She keeps on stealing glances at him. They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him. "You didn't tell me your name." "It's Aron." And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn't know how she would get him

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

A world the law didn’t touch. A world soaked in blood. The root of my unending wealth. Heads bowed the moment I stepped out. “Boss.” “Boss.” Their voices echoed in submission. I didn’t respond. I only came here when it's serious business. Rugar stepped forward…my best shooter, my third after Leo, him and Leo are my shadow in this world. Here, I wasn’t Professor Black. I wasn’t Zed. I was Roman motherfucking Killer. The name that made grown men piss themselves.

"The Council has crossed a line. They aren't just trying to stop a Queen; they are trying to commit a deicide." Damon and Nathaniel burst into the room then, their Alphas' instincts having finally alerted them to the breach. They saw the ash on the floor, the blood on Félix, and the terror in my eyes. Damon let out a roar of such pure, unadulterated rage that the windows of the chamber shattered. "HOW DID IT GET PAST THE WARDS?!" "It was a Stalker, Damon," Nathaniel said, his silver eyes scanning the room, already analyzing the residue. "It didn't have a soul to detect. But it’s gone now."