Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

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.

He groaned and spun me around facing the window. The glass felt cold against my palms. Chicago twinkled far below. Cars moved like tiny lights. His hands yanked my pants down fast. Belt buckle clinked. "You want truth? Here is truth. I should have killed you months ago. Instead I want to fuck you until you forget your name." "Then do it." I pushed back against him voice shaking with everything. "Stop talking and show me how much you hate me." Kade slicked himself quick with something from his bag. No patience. No waiting. He kicked my legs wider and thrust in hard. One deep push that made me gasp loud. The stretch burned perfect. Pain and need mixed tight.

I hit the ground hard, groaning, and opened my eyes to a thick cloud of dust following a heavy crash. The slab of brick would have crushed me. He had taken the impact instead and suffered a violent dislocation. I scrambled to reach him, but the hollows poured in through the opening and lunged before I could. Chris screamed, sending more hunters to tear them off while I stood, eyes wide, jaw dropped. "Get off him!" They tore into his flesh until bone broke through the surface and his blood soaked into the floor. Then Chris turned to me, unrefined rage carved into every line of his face. "You killed him."

We had a literal debate about it but then as always, I won. Chris had come to help them track me down as well making me feel thankful for it. He runs the American Mafia now after Lucifer died. I was surprised to find out that he was his killer and not Alesso. But he said it was fine because Lucifer was always a pain the ass.

Her eyes searched his, desperate for the man she once knew, but all she found was rage. Chris's lip curled into a sneer. “Shut up, you ungrateful bitch!” His voice cracked with fury. “After everything I did for you... this is how you repay me? I killed for you, Audrey. I killed!” His grip tightened, making it harder for her to breathe. Audrey's heart pounded in her chest as the weight of his words sank in. The Chris she knew was gone, replaced by someone she barely recognized. “Stop this, Chris!” Zach’s voice echoed. He stepped forward cautiously, hands raised in a gesture of peace. “Just let her go.”

Seeing the caller ID, his expression turned serious as he immediately sat up in bed. Kate, upon sensing his change in demeanor, sat up, her gaze fixed on him with concern. "Is everything okay?" Chris just shrugged, tossing the duvet off his body. "Yeah." He replied, getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. The moment he closed the door behind him, he dialed the number, and the line went through. "Sir, we have a bit of a situation," a voice cut through, low but urgent. Chris's face turned sour as his hand tightened on the phone. "If it's what I think it is, then I'm gonna kill you, I swear," he said, his voice cold and menacing.

I watched Brenda bit her lip. "Is this the same guy you told me about?" I asked Brenda and she just nodded her head at me. "I think he killed Dillon and your parents." Chris blurted out. Brenda's eyes got huge. "Why would you say something like that?" Brenda asked. "Brenda, he is crazy. He came here for you but has been using me in the meantime. He beats on me and threatens to kill me if I told you the truth. He wants me to make you fall for him again. He has been asking me to do some crazy shit. Like take pictures of you and take your clothing to him. I have heard him say things under his breath. I'm telling you he is out of his mind. Tonight I told him the truth about you. I told him you w

Chris and his group were not in a hurry to speak; they watched fear grip the souls of the most devious of men without batting an eyelid. “Who are you? What do you want?” one of the men yelled out when he couldn’t take it any longer. “Who we are is not important. Who you touched is.” Chris spoke in a deep voice; to the men it sounded like the voice from hell. “We don’t even know you. How did we offend you?” Christopher stepped out from the shadows, into the lighted area of the deck. His lips curled up in a sinister manner as he spat out “a casualty".