All You Need Is Kill Novels & Stories

“Kill them! Kill them all! “Our guns can also fire accidentally!”

“Choose. Kill Kael, or yield your power and be sealed.” My pulse was hammered. Loud. Like war drums in my brain. Kill him or lose myself. Kill him or lose everything. Kill him or “I refuse,” I breathed. Silence. It was not nice. It was heavy. Sharp. A silence that cut deeper than knives.

Or else Allan would kill me. Kayla, what have you done?

Prepared and Planned! I leaned over it, my hands pressing against the surface as I studied it. “Where do we hit first?” Isabella asked. I shook my head slightly. “You’re thinking too small,” I said. Elara’s gaze sharpened. “Then explain it,” she said. I looked up at them. “Killing him isn’t the point,” I said. “That’s the end.”. “We don’t give him the end first,” I continued. “We give him everything before it.”

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She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

And the distant words; “ I need you to kill someone for me.’’