Art Of The Kill Novels & Stories

Not that I was afraid of getting shot, but I didn't want to let the people and Ryan know that I was now invisible to artificial weapons. Left and right, I fell on men with my arrow. Stabbing, jabbing, removing a knife from one military soldier then using it to stab his colleagues. Moreover, I made sure to give them a brutal death. I either stabbed them in the orifices, slivered their throat, or broke their bones. The last soldier charged at me, his rifle raised high in an attempt to hit me with it. However, I tap into my rock power and command it to hold him. The soldier stood frozen in the same spot, unable to analyze what was happening. Before he could scream or alert the rest of the peopl

Dante didn’t drop his gaze from my stare, holding it without shame. “I’ll kill him—and then I’ll take his territory. I’ve had my sights set on it anyway.” I showered after my workout. By the time I woke up and was ready for the day, it was noon. I looked at my phone before I headed downstairs and saw the message from George. Your artwork is currently being hung in the study. Which meant Astrid was here. The bombshell brunette who was so damn fine. With almond-shaped eyes, green like emeralds and an ass that looked like a summer nectarine in her tight dresses, the woman had a mouth that fired off like a pistol.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Alessandro's strangling that man with his own sweaty shirt. I feel a scream building in my throat, but I manage to stifle it. My heart races with fear. I'm paralyzed with shock, unable to move or look away. Alessandro's eyes seem to gleam with cold, calculating intensity as he tightens his grip, ensuring the man's fate is sealed. And then, in a swift, deadly motion, Alessandro releases the shirt and the man's body drops to the ground, still. He watches the man for three seconds, his eyes calm and emotionless as he surveys his artwork.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

I killed her. Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. I had no choice. I became a bloody killer; my hands tainted with red. They made me do it. It wasn't my fault!

Ariel asked, frowning in confusion. “We managed to keep it quiet so as not to reach the ears of the other wolves, but indeed, my brother did try to frame Arturo and I for my father’s death.” Sienna said, making me smile when she included herself in this. The fact that she saw it in her to take the initiative to do so was something that I couldn’t help but admire. “He killed him at the club after sabotaging it for Arturo. That would have raised questions as it would have looked like he was killed after sabotaging the club.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to stay upright as Ariana's eyes widened in horror. "You're a hard man to kill, Xavier," Arturo sneered, taking a step closer to me. "But today's your lucky day. You get to die in front of your precious Ariana." I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain as I clutched my arm. Blood seeped through my fingers, staining my suit. Ariana's eyes were wide with fear as she stared at me, her face pale. Arturo took another step closer, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "You should have stayed out of my business, Xavier," he sneered.

This woman's trying to abort me? [Idiot! I have the system's Pregnancy Shield—if she tries to get rid of me, she'll die first!] [She better not ruin my chance to become the top-ranked baby in the Ultimate Family Mission!] Ultimate Family Mission? It was a mission made for underage players, where you were judged on how well you could build a perfect family. So he wanted to kill me… just so Ethan Kingsley and his real mom could be together again? A mix of anger and helplessness washed over me.