Nightwing Killer Romane & Geschichten

Realizing that he had been discovered, the killer, who was disguised as a cleaner, slammed the rubbish bag into Halberd, took a dark pistol out of his pocket and aimed at Qin Haodong. The guy had not forgotten the assassination mission. He was a professional killer. However, he was facing Whip and Halberd, who were Divine Mercenaries. How could they give him a chance to shoot? Before he could pull the trigger, Whip had already grabbed his pistol. "You don't know what you are doing!" Halberd roared angrily, grabbed the killer's arm and twisted it into two with a click. These killers relied greatly on hiding themselves in the dark and waiting for a chance to kill. Once they were revealed, they

he said, recognizing the jagged tattoo on the jaw. Although, doubt fueled fury. He fought harder, axe and dagger a blur. He feinted left against a charging pair, then spun right to embed his blade in the first's belly, eviscerating him in a loop that spilled intestines onto the dirt. The second swung wildly, but Kael ducked, rising to drive his dagger up under the chin, piercing the brain. Afterward, he took off the mask. Another Nightwind warrior. Then a third came. Kael grappled him to the ground, knee pining the arm as his axe rose and fell to cleave the neck halfway through, blood fountaining.

“So you the brains behind Joshua. It’s fine. I will do it, but under one condition: if you give me the name of the hacker Joshua is using.” “Fine, his name is Ghost. He will call you,” she smiles as he attempts to grab her hand and kiss her; she pushes him away. “Do that with Winter, not me.” She turns around and walks out the door. “Hey, Mr. X, give me information on the guys who attempted to kill Winter.” “Sir, they are known as the Killers. They are contractors; they were not shooting at her. They were shooting at you.” “Why me?”

“And as you know now, he's been driven with a burning vendetta to ruin them before annihilating them. So the plan was to start with you. Kill you… the potential future leader of the Silversmith hunters, kill the sons, then your parents.” “Nicholas wanted to kill me?” Kimberly shuddered at the proclamation. “Yeah, he did, but you're still here aren't you?” She chuckled dryly. “He attacked you, the night before your birthday, wounded you beyond human healing, and also bit you, in between mauling you to death.” Sheila was intentionally making the description as gruesome but plain as possible.

Kasper said in a low tone and start walking. Flint just followed him. After a few minutes, they both go inside the house of the alpha leader. Kasper just look at Flint and didn't answer him. He turned his back to his friend but Flint stop him from walking. "I know you ever since we are just young. You won't do stupid things without a reason, Kasper. Now, the great alpha leader, tell me... Why did you save that hunter? That was a great time and place to kill her but you didn't. Give me a solid reason for me to not kill you," Flint said with a serious face. He's always been a jolly type of werewolf but once he becomes serious, he can be dangerous.

Before anyone could say anything, the man fell to the ground, his life cut short in a matter of seconds. The air suddenly became tense as the two packs almost started to fight. Killian raised his hand and ordered his men to stand down. Andrew walked over with the security footage, and after watching it, Lyra could not defend herself. Neriah was the one who had mixed something in the drink, and everyone knew that she could not have done that unless she had received a direct order from Lyra. Lyra and Killian’s engagement was called off, Neriah was sentenced to death, and the two packs became enemies after being on good terms for decades.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

Andrew stepped forward, grabbed Kevin's hand, and said with deep emotion, "Kevin, I'm so sorry. I came to pay my respects to these fallen heroes and bring critical information—something you must know." Kevin leaned in. "What is it?" Andrew's voice trembled with grief. "The one who killed your guards was named White Viper. She worked for Grand Viper. If not for these brave souls taking the hit, I wouldn't have survived. They gave their lives for me, Kevin. I owe them everything." Kevin's face turned pale, then flushed with rage. "What? It was Grand Viper's people who killed my men? That monster—he's been ranked third on the Underground Index for years, a mass murderer and a plague on our mart

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

Kaia kills the hunter in the blink of an eye. She’s so fast, he doesn’t even get the chance to celebrate his achievement. He’s taken down the notorious Dark Phantom Alpha, the untouchable. Hector shifts back…his wolf relenting full control as his body falls to the ground. Fear takes over me as Kaia’s scream echos through the meadow, the wolves of the Dark Phantom pack stepping up their game. They need to get their Alpha to safety. “Hector…just hold on.” I shift, crouching down by his side and place my hand over the burning silver dagger and painfully pull it from his body. I toss it away, as far as I can as if it were a grenade about to explode.