Alice Killings Novels & Stories

But inside, I was unraveling, the weight of everything threatening to crush me. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting long shadows across the walls. Annalise was sitting up in bed, her face pale but determined. She looked at me as I entered, her eyes searching mine for answers. “Did you find out anything?” she asked, her voice steady despite the exhaustion that clung to her like a shroud. I nodded, my heart heavy with the burden of what I had to tell her. “It was Spencer,” I said quietly. “He was behind the accident. The mechanic confessed.”

"I heard your conversation. About Cecilia, about the price I had to pay, about all of it." Adrin began to tremble. "Tell me the truth, Adrin," I said, sitting up, the power of my own bloodline radiating from me. "Tell me exactly how Marcus killed Rylan." "Luna, please, don't—" "Tell me!" Adrin collapsed to his knees, utterly broken. "It… it was wolfsbane," he choked out. "A slow-acting dose, mixed into Rylan's milk every day. Little by little… by little…"

Everyone asked, "Alice, were you the Moon Goddess herself in a past life? How else could you have landed such an incredible mate?" Even Alice herself began to wonder if that was the case. That was, until the day after Alexander was ambushed and killed by a group of rogue wolves. Alice, now 75 years old and silver-haired, went to the city hall in the capital of the werewolf kingdom to handle his deregistration. The clerk typed away, then her expression slowly shifted, growing complicated. "Ms. Clearwater, the system shows you have no spouse on record." Alice froze, thinking she had heard the clerk wrongly.

But now, he could be wrong, for Caine had no reason to kill Alana unless… “Amal. Thea Amal. Have you heard of that name?” Albert’s tempo got a bit faster. Willow tried to recall. “I do. But I don’t think I’ve seen a file pertaining to her.” Of course not, why would she have one? Albert flashed back to the time he had to rescue Caine from the den of the Disciples because of Amal’s betrayal. The forest he ran through was thick, Charles’ bleeding from a GSW, and they had someone dead with them—killed by a knife to the back; only the knife was a handgun; and the back in that instance was a head.

Alpha Killing retuned with an appetite the size of a whale's. "Who made this?" He asked as he hungrily churned down the slice of cheeseburger. "It's Lerah," I said politely. "Hmm... Her cooking gets better and better by each day," he commended her. "Ciro would surely love to have a taste of this." Ciro had gone to his own house, probably cooking what to eat or eating what he had cooked earlier. A male beta came looking for Killian immediately. Killian shut his eyes and conversed with the beta through the mind-link. After a cold three minutes of their conversation, which had looked so awkward to me his eyes studied my body for a moment and he speaks to me.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I brought you Alice!" Mr. Darking announced, his voice echoing through the room. The black-coated and white-hatted individuals turned their attention towards me, their eyes wide with curiosity. I blinked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention. "Um, hello," I greeted with a sheepish smile. "Nice to meet all of you, I suppose." A man in a black coat with a remarkably long and crooked nose stepped forward, adjusting his hat. "Ah, the elusive Alice! We've been awaiting your arrival for quite some time," he said, his voice nasally and dramatic.

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.

I want to express the words, but emotion is forcing them down. Grayson pulled away, holding my shoulders back so he could look at me. Reilly never hit me once. No one did. That's not what I was there for, so I could tell that Grayson was relieved to see no marks on me. "What happened? Why? Who do I have to kill?" His questions came at me like wild fire, and I had to take a moment to assess what to tell him. "A man I used to work with. His name is Reilly. He wanted me to be apart of his stupid uprising," I tell him. Grayson's face immediately darkens.

That disgusting combination of beer and sunscreen always triggered something inside of me since that day, the smell would instantly make me sick. The memory shifted, and I could feel the scratchy sand against my back as I was held still. The warm summer air turned as cold as the blade that was pressed against my exposed skin. Cruel laughter filled my ears as soft, beer flavored lips were forced on my own, hard enough to bruise. "Claire?" A voice called out to me, one that didn't quite fit in my memory. Something rough gently grasped my wrist, ripping me from the memory as my head snapped towards Alpha Killian. My eyes met his own and I couldn't fathom why I could see concern swimming in his

I didn’t want to talk about it, it kept the memories fresh and raw. “I think Alice’s parents were killed by the Suarez Cartel and I think Alice orchestrated it. She’s been living in a house owned by Chico Suarez, Carlos’ only son and heir. They have a bad habit of breaking in women and those women disappearing. Remember those girls from the fire house? They said they were forced to work there. I’m convinced they’re in the flesh market.”