V1 Ultrakill Novels & Stories

His only hope was if Leesa defeated Jordan and arrived in time to help him, but he could sense her magic off in the distance and knew her struggle with Jordan still raged. Ulric recognized that Dominic was losing and raced toward Viktor. The black waziri moved one arm toward Ulric for just an instant. Even Ulric’s volkaane speed was not enough to avoid the black bolt which struck him in the chest, killing him instantly. Viktor immediately renewed his double attack on Dominic.

He snickered. I stood face to face with him and glared back at him. "What?" He raised his eyebrows. "You killed my brother." "So? Don't remind me." He towered over me. "So what have you come to do? To end me?" "Wish I could but I prefer to see you suffer. That way my soul will rejoice." "I can help you," I whispered and my eyes crossed his gun which was tucked inside his jeans at the side. I pulled it out in a heartbeat, catching him off guard.

His aura and mana were enormous compared to them. “Blazes!” Whoosh! Rumble! An intense dark flame headed straight for Malikul. Khairul, the leader of T-Vir, was a child born with mixed eyes and also a believer in Lucifer. RUMBLE! BANG! The heat was so fierce that it seemed to cover the entire world. The flames from Khairul’s hands had spewed out in all directions as if they were from a dragon’s breath. An imitation. He did his best to copy to rival the real thing. Still, it was far from perfect.

He raised the Dragon Spirit Sword and performed the Phantom Final Hit of the Seven Kills Tyrannical swordskill! "The Seven Kills Tyrannical swordskill, Phantom Final Hit!" This swordskill was a group attack martial techniques. It was very powerful and could kill thousands of enemies with one sword. "Bang!" Under this bladed energy, Zephyr finally succeeded in resisting the attack of the thunderbolts and resolved this crisis. However... Before Zephyr could breathe a sigh of relief... Suddenly! The next second! Another round of thunder and lightning burst out from the thunder storm clouds and rushed toward Zephyr fiercely, and the power was even stronger than before.

It was an attack that amplified the strength of the user “Extreme Burst” This combination skill was extremely deadly, and Ray didn’t want to get caught up in it. He had broken the skill off before Mane could use any more to cause any damage. Against skills like Extreme Burst, the best method was to interrupt it. That was exactly what Ray had done. And from what he could see, it was indeed the right choice.

The father was a tall , handsome man, in his mid fifties, with a head of thick black hair, and strikingly sharp features and eyes so dark one could only recognize they were blue hue upon close inspection. Marcu, his son, appeared to be in his early thirties. Although not as tall as his father, or muscular, he was still handsome nonetheless, with his ashe blonde hair that flipped when he shook it and dark grey eyes. His features somewhat resembled his father’s, with his high cheekbones and sharp chin.Both were friendly and respectful to the therapists, pending they offered the same in return,but woe be unto he that pissed them off.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

I scoffed, and the man raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about what I had in mind. “I didn’t think that he would lose anything with the ‘death’ of the man that he chose to kill.” I said, and Batrov nodded, waiting for what I was going to tell him. “But when he sees that Vladimir is now alive, working with me, and that he missed the shot. However did he do that and how didn’t he catch the man’s heartbeat depends on me and what I will do, but I also know that no one knows Killian better than Vladimir. And it is about time that we start getting more information about the snake.”

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Vladislav exhaled slowly, rubbing at his jaw. “Interesting,” he murmured. I shifted forward, closing the space between us until my nose was a hair's breadth from his. “You want to know what makes me different? I hate him. I hate everything he stands for. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to destroy him—and I don’t care how much blood I have to spill along the way. I don’t even care if I die.” He stared at me. Long and hard. Then finally, he nodded once. “You’re free to go.”