Tsukasa Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

But it wasn’t the act of killing that disturbed me—it was how he wanted it done. “Make it slow,” he had said, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. “Make it painful. And bring me proof.” I’d killed before. Many times. But never like this. Never for someone like him. Back in my hotel room, I stared at the blade Viktor had given me, its edge glinting in the dim light. I told myself it was just another mission, just another name on a list. But deep down, I knew the truth. This wasn’t about the target.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

I squatted on his body, then I picked up Yamato Minobe's spearhead again. And slowly, I stabbed the spearhead into Yamato Kakuzo's heart. He saw me in his pathetic state, while I smiled like a psychopath. "HYUN KI... YOU ARE..." I again pulled the spearhead from his heart, then I aimed it at Luca who wanted to attack me from behind. At that very moment. The tip of the spear's sharp blade swirled, then the spear's blade cut off his head in the blink of an eye.

I shut my eyes, saying “Go ahead. Kill me.” “If it was not Serena, I would’ve gladly pulled the trigger.” I opened my eyes as he said that. “This gun and the bullets are not meant for you but for someone, whom you love.” I narrowed my eyebrows. He again crouched down, gave a small smirk, and said “For example, MIRA.” My eyes widened as he gave me a sinister smile. He brought his fingers close to my cheek and continued to speak “Or Eric. Who do you love the most? Oh, Eric dumped you. So it should be Mira.”

She asked when I released my grip on her neck. "You're a despicable person, Katrina. You ruined my life by turning me into a vampire and killing Sofia. Now you're back again. Why can't you leave me alone?" I growled at her, my fist clenched. I fell in love with Sofia when I was still a human, but Katrina killed her and turned me into a vampire. Since that day, I have been trying to kill her, but she is stronger than me. After Sofia, I never felt a connection with another woman until I met you. You brought me back to life. Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again.

Malachi looked up from his desk he gestured for them to sit. She moved from the room but found herself in their woodland, she recognised the trees, the scents. But it was carnage. She watched Luca wrap his arms around a big black wolf’s neck, watching out the corner of his eye as the love of his life disappeared in a cloud of exhaust fumes and dust. He just hoped she made it. She felt she was within Luca but apart. It didn’t feel strange, it felt how it should be. He snapped the neck of his attacker before pouncing, transforming mid step into the onslaught he found his pack in.

replied the pleased Fujiko. Following that, everyone enjoyed their meals without saying much in between bites. Once all the dishes were finished, Takuya ordered his servants to clear the table and serve them some tea. After the tea arrived, Takuya turned to look at everyone else at the table before asking, “So… I remember you saying that there was something you wanted to tell me earlier… Now that we’ve had our meals, care to share?” Sipping on the tea that Takuya had just handed him, Gerald then calmly replied, “Well, I was attacked by an assassin from the international assassin list. I’m assuming he was hired by the Kanagawas.”

There was no change in Ryden's expression other than the shock in his eyes, and from his face, you couldn't tell that they had been apart for years. "Daisuke, who the hell is this man? Why is he kissing me?" he asked, surprised and confused. “I believe he is Damon Hiroshi, who is the cousin of the male lead.” "You didn't mention him to me, so why is he here? Also, is he the lover of the original owner?" he continued asking Daisuke. “He was not mentioned in the plot because he was in another country when it took place, and he was nothing more than a passer-by character. The original owner didn't have a lover at this point in the plot.”

He says. That I am inclined to believe since her mother was a witch and since he just said ‘late mother,’ I assume she finally died. Christ, there’s a lot for Umiko to spill later on, and the more I find out, the angrier I seem to get. I know that I have no right to feel angry after everything I’ve done, though. “That must be a relief for her,” I say, then notice the blood on his fingers again. “So you killed Tsukishima, then?”