Totally Killer Novels & Stories

Cassian froze completely. Several nearby warriors overheard and looked toward us in shock. One of the servants nervously laughed like they thought I was joking. I wasn’t. My gaze never left Cassian’s face. “Thirty-six times,” I repeated calmly. “Once for every child you killed.” The color drained slowly from his face as he realized that he wasn't the only one who had been reborn. “You remember…” he whispered. “You’re not the only one who got a second chance,” I whispered back.

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.

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly. Mia's face went pale. She walked away without another word.

I knew not to think of anything else. I brought the warriors and we charged at the people from different directions. I had told my warriors to attack from all directions, and we did. There is no way out for the warriors of alpha Stephen because there is no way out of them. My warriors were elites, and they have been trained by me using the hashest method on them. They were all experienced but they didn't hold back because they knew that the life of my mate would be in danger. I kept attacking blindly, killing the warriors of Alpha Stephen. Soon enough all his warriors fell and they couldn't stand up and that was because my warriors had killed them all.

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.

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.”

Nangumandar na ang makina ng kotse ko ay agad akong nagpatugtog ako. "Its took..one look... In forever i yall in front of me. .. One smile...Then i die...Ther i was do i have everthing..think it out ...choice to show..still so much i knoww.Not away now...I take one step away..In difien may self to you my one in only..one in only youu..."

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

“Don’t let them see you drift off.” “I’m not drifting,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I’m watching. Every twitch. Every step. Especially him.” I didn’t need to point. Elias knew who I meant. The one who called himself Medor Thornwell. He was too smooth, too clean for an exile. Every movement of his tonight had been too controlled. I watched the way he fought Marcus—fast, precise, like someone who’d been trained to kill in silence. Not someone who’d been banished and left to rot.