Alice Killings Novels & Stories

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

“You’re a well trained police officer, who watch crimes take place, you didn’t want to hurt your wife that was the only reason you had her brought to the hospital for treatment. Whose fault is that?” Joe was silent. Alicia smiled. “Someone killed Janet.” “Who was he? Or she?” he broke his silence, with a stamped feet. “I couldn’t see the person so clearly, the person wore a mask and was well covered in black, but I got a glimpse of the eyes before I passed out.” She bit her lips, “Yes I did.” He flushed in hope. “Why didn’t you say that before?” “It wasn’t useful,” Alicia remarked. “Oh yes it is!” Joe took his phone from a bag on the steel table and dialed a number. “Hello Prince, come in wi

Seconds later she managed to pull her self out and went after Endy who was groaning on the floor. She took the knife from him and sat on top of him, Putting the knife on her neck. "Who the fuck do you work for? You ain't saying a shit, I'm killing you" Alice promise. "Fuck you!" Endy said. Alice gave him a cut immediately on the face and blood goze out immediately. Endy screamed in pain as he pushed Alice off him, hiting her on the bed edges. Alice winced in pain. Endy stood up and made to rush after her but Alice was faster , she pulled out her gun and shot him twice on his chest. Endy fall down .... Died.

A smirk. My stomach turned. I knew that smirk. Harris exhaled sharply. “Is that...?” “It looks like Victor,” I said coldly. “But he’s dead.” Harris sounded as unsure as I felt. I zoomed in again, but the angle wasn’t clear enough to be certain. But the smirk... the posture... it all screamed Victor Russo. I stood abruptly, pacing the room. “Alicia’s dead. Victor’s dead. We shot them both.” “Yeah,” Harris said slowly, his eyes still on the screen. “But what if we didn’t?”

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

"The silver weapon stabbed somewhere near his heart." I was silent. Silver weapons were lethal to werewolves, especially if they hit somewhere critical. "Riley pushed him down the stairs after that," Chloe continued. "His spine was seriously injured, and his Alpha's soul was damaged as well. It was so serious that he fell into a coma for two months. He only woke up yesterday." "And?" My voice was calm. There was no emotion in them. Chloe said, "He agrees to the annulment of your mate bond."

Alpha Richard’s POV Sitting out on my balcony, I watched as the snow surrounded me, chilling my tumbler of whiskey. I missed my wife so damn much, and no matter how much whiskey I consumed, it never dulled the ache I felt. I'd spoken to Lucian earlier, listening to his ravings on the humans and the students at the academy. I supported his antics, his hatred for the humans, and the plan we had in store for the boys, which would quickly resolve our problem with them permanently.

It seemed as if Dea and Sam were closer now than they had been in years and both looked happier for it. The other three that had been helping Jason were already growing cold and pale. After Alec had killed the bitch who had ruthlessly stabbed me and attempted to stab him, he set me free. My first instinct was to stop Dea before she did something she would regret. Taking a life wasn't an easy feat. Once her anger ebbed, reality would strip her bare and leave her with a myriad of guilt. I didn't want her to bear that. Jason's face was disfigured. Blood oozed and pooled around his body. It surprised me that he was still breathing. I wasn't a merciless person. What Dea had done to him was enough

His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. And just like that, Mila snapped her mask back into place. Her shoulders squared, her lip curled in a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, Nick,” she said, her voice suddenly honey-sweet, trembling only at the edges. “You’re just in time. Your little mate here is accusing me of the most awful things.” She forced a laugh. “She’s clearly… unwell.” “Shut your mouth, you tried to kill my mate.” Nick growled, his voice low and lethal.