Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

"That was your mistake the moment you took him. Chris isn't just some ass to fuck. He's not a liability, he's my strength. I had a hard time capturing him for five years because..." He didn't finish. Chris moved like lightning, headbutting Yuri backward, the impact dazing him just enough. The knife clattered as Yuri stumbled, clutching his nose. Chris bolted, evasion instincts kicking in, dodging low, weaving through debris like the ghost he'd been for years. Bullets whizzed past as Volkovs fired wildly, but Chris was a blur, trained by survival to outrun death. Vincent continued, manic laughter echoing: "...because Chris is a fucking runner! Good at evasion...slippery as hell. My men couldn

you but a little woman did. Isn't that too embarrassing Chris?" I asked him again. His face turned red and I know his wolf was trying to take control but then he is already bound with silver and now he was just a barking dog. "Don't you dare feel so glorious Aleksander? I am going to have my revenge" he said to me. He has always been talking about revenge but then I didn't know what I did to him to warrant all these attitudes. It wasn't my fault that I was mated to the woman he loved. He should have blamed the moon goddess for that, not me. "You are not the only one here to get revenge. I want revenge for all the people you killed" I said to him. He had killed a lot of people in the kingdom

Everyone scrambled to get their glasses filled as I cleared my throat, and began the highest cheer of all. “A very special thank you to both Aka Nishinzu, and Akira Natsumi, for not only carrying the contestants’ asses for those first three cases, but also for being our first killing game winner!” I cheered, getting hard cheers and glass clinks from the team, who all chanted Akira’s name in celebration. “You gotta feel bad for that Urkstin guy though.” One of the chefs, Chris, commented, “He was just a kid, and he didn’t even get killed in a cool way.”

I instinctively dashed straight to the room. Chris was on the bed, pinned to it by a muscular man, the front part of the dress he had on was ripped, almost like someone tried to molest him or something and I felt my eyes clouded by red. Before I came back to my senses I was holding the heart of the alpha in my hand, the alpha who had my omega pinned to the freaking bed. Fuck! I thought realising that it wasn’t me talking but Chris’s wolf. “Why did you kill him? We could have tortured him and forced information out of him, now we can’t know who sent him?” How could he still act rational in this situation, when the tits on my body were left bare.

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

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.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.’’ I slap the knife hard on the table and march out of the room without another glance back. It is only after I step out and the door bursts open after me I realise that someone was on my tail. I secretly hope it'd be Xendaya, but his stuffy scent fills my nostrils almost immediately and my muscles clench. ‘‘Alpha…’’ I turn and drive my fist straight into his nose, sending him staggering back heavily. He almost hit the wall. “Have you gone nuts?!’’ He quickly finds his balance and stands, wiping blood from his nose. “That's Jake. I know he has been gone for long but he was still your gamma.’’ “My gamma who has lived and served in Crystal Moon pack for four years.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.