V1 Ultrakill Novels & Stories

The Silver-and-Ultraviolet Storm Out on the open concrete flats of Outer Ring Seven, the night turned into a nightmare of blinding white light and toxic fog. Vane strike teams poured through the jagged breach in the transit tubes, their matte-black tactical armor shielding them from the environmental backdraft. Leading the assault were heavy ordnance units carrying shoulder-mounted UV-phosphor mortars and pneumatic sprayers loaded with Class-4 metabolic dissolution agents. THUMP. THUMP. The mortar tubes fired in rapid succession, launching glowing, high-intensity ultraviolet payloads high into the night sky above the agricultural rings. When the shells detonated, they burst with the searing,

he growled, his hand sliding down to give my hip one final, possessive squeeze before releasing me. Before Vance could react, Killian launched his massive body forward, a blur of raw, physical Alpha momentum. He leaped across the gap to the central platform, his claymore unsheathed in his right hand, the heavy blade whistling through the air as he brought it down toward Vance’s neck. But the moment the steel hit the blue vortex surrounding the platform, a massive shockwave of kinetic energy detonated.

The glowing runes along his arms burst into blinding crimson light as he channeled every ounce of his Level 32 physical strength into a final, suicidal charge. "Volcanic Shatter: Dragon’s Wrath!" Vaelen leaped twenty feet into the air, bringing the massive, white-hot warhammer down toward Kael’s skull with enough kinetic force to level a small fortress tower. Kael stood completely still beneath the falling warlord. He didn't raise his blade to parry, nor did he step aside. He simply raised his left hand, his bare fingers open, as his Stage 3 Core pulsed with divine authority. "Sovereign Palm: Absolute Null!"

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

He had the strength of a hundred wolves and was called the Bull by rival packs. To be honest, Killian wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was the strongest fighter any Alpha could seek for and his loyalty was unending. "Greetings, Alpha." Dan said, rising from his knees. "I didn't tell you to rise!" I barked at him. An innocent smile appeared on his face but I wasn't fooled by it. I could read the animosity through the false mildness he displayed. "My apologies," He said, returning back to his knees.

A thick killing vibe enveloped a thousand meters around the longsword. Later, Joewel pounced, and the longsword became a ray of lighting as he attacked Lumi. It was the A Kill In Every Ten Steps technique, and his opponent was destined to die. The crowd was worried for Lumi when they saw that. "Joewel had displayed his ultimate move." "That's A Kill In Every Ten Steps? Such shocking killing vibes!"

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.

"Ultimate Rush." The elder roared the words loudly, launching three powerful strikes in a row. The spear shook with rampant spiritual energy, and three spear strikes shot out toward Wilbur. It was the Phoenix Triple Nod. Anyone struck by either of the spear strikes would be paralyzed for a second, which would be more than enough for an expert to kill the victim. With no other choice, Wilbur had to take out his thunder cleaver. He did not add any lightning energy to the cleaver, making it no more than a large cleaver.

"You're disgusting." He laughed. "I may change the order if you beg me. I'll fuck you first and kill you once I'm done with you." My rage erupted, forcing a roar out of me as I lurched at him. Swinging the only weapon I had, I stabbed his throat, then withdrew the claw, and jumped back, avoiding his counterattack. Blood streamed from him, and his eyes widened, but it lasted only a few seconds before he was fully healed. His eyes blazed red, and all the traces of a smirk disappeared in an instant. The next thing I knew, he leaped forward, moving nearly as fast as Ash when he turned into a dark blur. A moment later, I was lying on the ground, and the pain was all I felt.

Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications. "Akira, why?" Ulrich demanded, her voice low and menacing. Akira's voice trembled, "I...I was promised a place in Ryker's pack, a chance to be alpha one day...I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Zoe's growl was menacing, "You've put our entire pack in danger, Akira. Your betrayal will not be forgotten." Ulrich's eyes narrowed, her decision made. "Take him away, Zoe. We'll deal with him later."