The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

Christopher stood in the threshold. His shirt was torn at the collar and his hair was wild. "Nixon," Christopher gasped. His eyes scanned my face, looking for blood. Then his gaze drifted past my shoulder. He froze. The colour left his skin in a sudden, violent rush. "What is she doing here?" Christopher demanded. His hand went straight to his waist. "Stand down, Christopher," I ordered. "She is going to the infirmary." "She killed them," Christopher roared. He took a step down the stairs, his boots shaking the wood.

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Nick “You’ll tell me why the fuck you’re in this city? How and why you plan to kill a priest? Why you got such a murder-boner against the church you claim to have fucking started?” Chris says nothing, motioning for me to keep talking, not with more questions, but to give him what he wants, what those eyes are digging away at me for.

Axel asked. “I told him I would come for him, and if he doesn’t want to end up like my brother did, he better see reason.” Killian had been gone five years now. His death had been shrouded in mystery. He’d gotten involved in the banking sector, not the banking system most people knew, but the corrupt one that no one knew about. Full of fraud, corruption, and scandal. The kind of shit that made major banks fail. I wasn’t sure what he’d done to get a hit put on him, but he’d obviously pissed off the wrong person. I didn’t have any leads and didn’t uncover any once I had the power of the Skull Kings in my grasp, so I’d gone to the Brotherhood directly. Most people wouldn’t challenge a group of

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

“N''n''n''no… please. Christopher scolds her and, without pity, sticks the knife in her pussy, making her scream in pain. '' AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! He spins the knife inside her and pulls it out, then thrusts in again. “That's for the stab you took in my brother's chest! He snarls and plunges the knife into her belly, ripping her open. I smile proudly and Christopher stabs her, until the glow in his eyes is gone. “She's dead, brother. '' I say, making him stop putting the knife in her. “That motherfucking bitch! The pain she felt was really bad, but for us, it was wonderful. “Akira, burn that ridiculous body. '' Yes sir. Christopher and I exit the basement. “He just created a

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Chapter One Hundred and Three Cole’s Point of View ‘Seriously… you’re this amazing Vampire-Killer. You?!’ He just grinned and he continued to walk towards me... ‘Surprised?’ He asked ‘Well... You don’t exactly look like a Killer’. ‘Don’t underestimate me. Your pathetic side-piece did’. I was confused by that. What did he mean, ‘’My Side-piece’’? Sensing my confusion, he grinned again. ‘Christopher Knight’. ‘Chris?’ Anger boiled up inside me. ‘What the fuck have you done to him?, He hasn’t done anything to you!’ Throwing his head back, he let out a loud laugh. I bared my teeth, warning him.

"I won't hesitate to kill you should anything happen to her!" Christopher barked as his Golden eyes turned red with anger.. However the stranger chuckled heartily as he stared at Christopher with eyes filled with nothing but ridicule... "You can't kill what's not alive, my friend.." he tilted his head as he scrutinized Christopher with an amused expression... Christopher clenched his jaw tightly as his veins bulged out with pressure.. "I know Nicklaus was here with his mate... Can you tell everything I need to know?"