Art Of The Kill Novels & Stories

His eyes were wide and full of terror as he shook his head. "You won't tell me?" Hamza sneered as that man shook his head again. Pulling the gun out of his mouth Hamza shot him in both of his knees and then his arms. The man cried out in pain but Hamza shoved his gun back in his mouth. "Die motherf*cker!" Hamza roared as he blew that man's brain out. Stalking back he crouched down near Kareem who was on the verge of dying. "B..bo...ss... t..they took her. U...Usama Ni...azi..." Kareem croaked out as blood spurted out of his mouth.

Mike was sounding with anger. "My murderer is none other than Artie. The one you wanted to make your wife. She's my murderer. She has killed me."he said before his soul left his body and since he was a demon, his body vanished afterwards too. "Artie no. You have done what you shouldn't have. I even wonder how you managed to order my own sword. You killed my master. You're a murderer Artie. You've killed my king. Why did you do that, huhh? Why did you kill him?"Anu yelled angrily.

“It’s fate. Now, let’s kill these bastards and then go home.” Jacob patted Al’s shoulder. “Yes, but be careful. I don’t want to bury you either.” He took a deep breath because it was too hurtful to lose a mentor he respected and loved so much just like that. However, Art lost his life in a battle. It was a death deserved for a warrior, and Arturo was indeed one. Their team could sweep all the snipers. That’s when Harold came. Al was about to shoot him, but Jacob shook his head.

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

I couldn’t tell what exactly was going on. “Let go of me!” “I have come to take you back” he finally dropped the bombshell, “and to take what rightfully belongs to me. His statement piqued my interest as a knowing look formed on my face, “What are you talking about?” He leaned closer, I could feel his hot breath fanning my face, “I am going to kill everyone” Arturo whispered. My eyes bulged, what rubbish was he talking about? What was he up to now? What was going on in this psychopath’s head?

Chapter 139 FRANK POV Everything went like a flash of light. The man had man who had questioned us was lying died on the floor and I was blocking Artie's sight from seeing the bloody mess his father had caused. “Dude, what the heck is wrong with you?, There Is a kid here remember," I scolded him but he remained adamant cleaning of the blood that stained his hand. “I don't mind seeing bloody things, I kill animals like him too," Artie said and I stared at him in surprise.

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

“You know what? I'm not really concerned about what you think." “Well, that's funny because I think you always try to get my attention.” “That's ridiculous!” “I'm only saying what I'm seeing.” We continued to argue for no solid reason. We weren't shouting or anything, but our argument made us look like some old couple arguing over who's not eating right. After about five minutes of talking over each other, she decided to leave. Within those five minutes, she called me a dickhead at least twenty times. Just as she turned to leave, she said, “You know what? You're right, I don't really care about artworks but I got that painting just so I could put you in your place.”

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.