Alice Killings Novels & Stories

“M-Mom is that Uncle Achilles!?” My eyes suddenly shifted to the television, it was a flash report that suddenly came in. I could hear my heart start beating so fast. “The suspect in the killings of 1023 people has turned himself in, Ares Coleman. Last week he was reported dead along with Achilles Coleman, due to an accident, when they fell into the cliff and the car exploded with the impact.”

He bowed politely to them when they both were in front of him. “Have a seat,” Cedric said to her. She then sat on the sofa with him while the elder sat across from them. Cedric and the elder looked into Calista's eyes with their sad eyes, making her feel curious. “What is it?” she asked them. “Alice died last night in a car accident. My brother killed her,” Cedric said. Her heart suddenly races with grief, and sadness gripped her firmly, making her burst into tears. “No! It can’t be! Please tell me it’s not true! Please... I beg you,” she said to Cedric, holding his arm.

Mike looked at Thomas Reagan and asked, "uncle Reagan, did dad and Alice do it together?" "I don't know." Thomas Reagan shook his head and said, "don't think about it. No matter who did it, uncle Jin and your aunt Alice will definitely let him pay the price." Mike didn't say anything more. His eyes were getting dimmer and dimmer. - - In the police station. Alice, as the best friend of Snow Cecy, came to ask about the progress of the case. The driver insisted that it was an accident caused by fatigue driving and no one ordered him to do so.

An alert blinked red at the top of my monitor. Motion detection……..Rear alley of his office. My gaze sharpened as I see two figures leaning against the wall, smoking. Rogues. Their scent registered even through grainy footage. Unaffiliated, desperate and reckless wolves. Why the fuck was he alone this late? I leaned closer to the screen as he shut down his computer and stood, stretching slightly. He checked his phone and sighed. Then dropped something in an office, grabbed his bag and headed downstairs unaware of what was waiting for him.

In the chaos of their attack, papers scattered from my bag across the floor. One sheet of paper landed face-up right at Damon's feet. Ethan's sister picked it up, her young voice reading the words aloud with perfect clarity. "Peaceful Rest Cemetery... Payment for burial plot... For: Lucas Blackwood..." Her voice trailed off as she realized what she was reading. The room went completely silent. Damon's eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my blood freeze. "Aria," he said slowly, his voice deadly quiet. "Who died?"

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Alice seemed to enjoy this as she shook her tail happily. I became more and more invested in the scene before me that I forgot to remove the cigarette from my lips. But then I saw something that I would not forget for the rest of my life. “Ahhh!” I screamed as I fell onto the floor, the cigarette dropping next to me. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even move. Laura, who had always been calm, also screamed in shock. She stumbled backward but thankfully, the men following her helped support her. Alice’s pale white corpse was muddled with purplish blood. Her body, limbs, and head floated up to the surface of the water. Her green eyes were still opened, and she was staring at us, accusing us of

She feared she might fall deeper and deeper until darkness swallowed her. Everything began somewhere. Everything began with someone. She blamed herself for Clinton’s death, but somebody caused everything. Clinton’s mother. That witch caused everything. She again brought this imposter to avenge Clinton’s death. Kayla always would remember the day she overheard June and Lena say Clinton’s mother was a lunatic. As such, Alicia killed Mr. Christopher, her grandfather. She’d relied on people for her freedom. Not any more. Even if she might consider submitting to Anthony, she’d as well fight Alicia and make her stop the imposter herself. She’d spare no effort to have her life back.

“Well, my sister’s abuser was a member of the pack. At the time he was the Head Warrior’s son, and he used his position as a means to manipulate my sister. He was 16 when he started abusing her and almost 22 when I killed him. His father wanted my head. Didn’t believe me or my sister that his son was abusing her. He caught me off guard one day while I was doing patrols and killed me. Poetic justice I suppose, murdering a murderer.” “Were you punished for killing his son?” “No, Alpha Marshall believed my sister and I. Said that I had delivered the appropriate justice and that he would have done the same had my sister come to him and told him what had happened.” “Well, I for one applaud you fo