V1 Ultrakill Novels & Stories

He swung again at my foot but I jerked back. “Don’t slack off, Killian. These guys are…” Killian had suddenly disappeared. “Killian!” Killian was battling with Vampire 3.He brought out five daggers and began to throw them at his opponent. He threw one of the dagger above vampire 3, below, at his two sides. And then he kept the last out to himself. Killian was famous for his speed. He was so fast that it was as if he was teleporting. The disadvantage is that he can’t maintain that speed for more than five minutes. Five minutes are his limits.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Uriel retaliated with a swift punch, but I managed to block it with my forearm. The fight continued, with me using every ounce of strength and skill I possessed. I delivered a series of rapid-fire punches, but Uriel absorbed each blow, his expression unchanging. In a surprising turn, I landed a perfectly aimed dropkick, sending Uriel crashing to the ground. As Uriel struggled to get up, I seized the opportunity to deliver a devastating superman punch. But just as my fist was about to connect, Uriel suddenly sprang to his feet and landed a sucker punch that sent me crashing to the ground, knocked out cold.

“She likes to tell people to go deep throat a cactus or to sit on a cactus when they piss her off, so we always have a cactus available to her when she does interrogations.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve heard my mother say that multiple times, not just to my dad but to Killian and their Royal Gamma, Cormac. Killian picks up the silver knife, walks back to the rogue, and presses the blade to his exposed skin. The rogue tries to keep the pain off of his face, but we can see the pain in his eyes. “So, why are you rogues coming onto our pack territory?” Killian asks. “Fuck you!” The rogue grits out.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

He pulls and controls the strings behind the scenes, elevating whoever he feels is deserving of the honour and disapproving of those who he thinks isn't competent. We've been trying for five long years, but he made sure to frustrate our efforts each year. He must think he's the goddess herself who has the power to determine our success. Now I'll take him down completely. I'll gather every resource I can pull off to shatter his reign and prove to the world just how worthless he really is. That Healer wolf at the clinic is one huge step to achieve this. Her ability alone could boost our warriors' impact in attack and that is a great mile to challenge those top ranked packs who think they're so

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half.

Killian roared, the sound of his voice vibrating in the small chamber even without his Alpha resonance. ​He didn't wait for a tactical plan or a signal from me. He lunged at Vane with the primal speed of a hunter, but the Iron King wasn't as fragile as his elderly frame suggested. Vane moved with a mechanical, jerky speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human in a Dead Zone, dodging Killian’s strike with an unnatural fluidity. Before Killian could reset his stance, Vane drove a concealed, high-voltage taser into the Alpha’s side. The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony.

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

"It is only a restorative tea. If I wanted to kill you, I would do it in battle, not by cowardly poisoning." His lips twitched at the thought. "You still think you could best me, little girl?" he asked, unable to resist goading her a bit, but finally taking the cup from her hand. She may be his mate, but he would not allow himself to be completely henpecked like his brother was with Liv. He was a warrior, by the gods. Ulfhild's light brows slammed together. "Had my father not interrupted us this morning, I may have. I may not be as big as you, but I am fast and, obviously, cleverer. You were starting to get winded."