Killer X Outer Romane & Geschichten

All I needed was the sight of blood to quiet the rioting storm inside of me. “ Where is he?” I asked, my gaze flickered to Kensley who was hesitant. “ Do you want to die? Are you missing the devil so much that you want to join him in hell?” I gritted, my eyes turning bloodshot. “ No, Boss.” He muttered and exhaled before speaking up. “ He is in his clan. Xikers Clan.” “ Good.” I replied and stormed out of the hacking room. Tomorrow was the day I was going to end Lorenzo fucking Xikers.

"Yes, Alpha, we came to pick up some of Kate’s brother’s clothes. The trackers might need them to get a proper scent trail." There was a brief pause. Then Orion said, "That’s fine. But hurry up. I just got another report, there have been several killings across the outer districts." Kira and I exchanged glances. "Yes," she said. "We passed a checkpoint. Police are already investigating." "If anything strange happens," Orion said firmly, "if you see anything out of place, don’t hesitate to call me. Do you understand?" "Yes, alpha," she replied. The line went dead. Kira put the phone down and sighed.

Who the hell were these freaks? “Who are you, and what are you doing here at this hour?” one of them demanded, his accent thick, South African maybe. His eyes were sharp, calculating. “I’m harmless,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I work at Legacy Enterprise. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.” The second man, tall and pale, raised his gun and pointed it directly at me. “Do not move until Mr. Cross arrives—or you’re a goner.” His British accent only made the threat sound colder.

Jace sat in the driver’s seat, foot tapping an arrhythmic beat on the floorboard. “Outer team, status?” Kael’s voice was clear, level. Grounding. “Outer team is bored,” Jace said. “Outer team would like more explosions.” “You get explosions if you survive the boring part,” Kael said. He was a block away with a containment unit—Bratva muscle, a couple of freelancers he trusted enough not to shoot each other, and Tessa, who’d insisted on “supervising.” Lys could almost feel him, even at this distance, like pressure on the air.

‘‘W-why would he do that? Oh goddess, no. Not what I'm thinking. “She is his mate. I learnt that a few weeks ago when I saw him sneaking out to meet her.’’ Mother cracks, ripping my heart completely. Gustavo was right. The mark on Xendaya's neck was an Alpha's mark. Not just any Alpha, but Klein of the Capricornia continent. However, sneaking out? Why would he be sneaking to meet with his mate?

Aria watched him watch the crowd. He was scanning the stands, looking for something, someone. A five-year-old face in a sea of pack wolves. His son. He was trying to find his son while fighting for his life. Killian saw it. The opening. That half-second when Xavier’s attention wasn’t fully present. He pressed forward, pressing hard, and Xavier recovered too late. A slash meant for his throat caught his collarbone instead, and blood bloomed across his chest. The crowd went completely silent. This was serious now. This was real injury. Real stakes.

The lead outcast raised a massive, jagged obsidian greatsword, his cracked lips parting in a silent, bloodthirsty snarl as he lunged toward me. "They feed on the heat, Lyra!" Killian roared. Before the stone blade could connect, Killian bypassed their defense with a terrifying display of raw, physical Alpha strength. He tackled the lead outcast to the ground, his claymore cleaving through the creature's calcified neck in a shower of sparks and hot, thick grey blood. He didn't use fire; he used brute, bone-shattering force, his thick arms bulging as he slammed the creature's head into the glassy obsidian floor until the stone shattered.

When I turn to see what I tripped on, I realize that it’s the corpse of my mother, lying on the floor, in a pool of death. “Akaaaaaa…” The figure chants again, before grabbing hold of my leg. I try and kick them off, but they grab and retrain my legs as they loom over me, grasping their knife in their hand. They raise it up, and bring it down to my chest, breaching contact with my skin. “Meet me outside Aka.” Is the last thing I hear from them as I feel myself slipping away, farther and farther into the darkness… Falling… Falling…

But his heart clenched when his eyes landed on Xenia, her form moving gracefully, her eyes focused, but then— A stray lunged at her from behind, its claws outstretched, and before Xenia could react, she was hit. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the ground, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she clutched her side. Kaleb's heart stopped, a roar of rage escaping him as he moved towards her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.