Art Of The Kill Novels & Stories

Art/Mana: 90/100 the right eye of the zombie now is damaged and can't see anything therefor Art don't let this chance slip and moves to its blind spot using his past mistake art silently moving in the blind spot of the zombie while the zombie is still looking furiously around and cant find Art! but it saw Kaye and Christian!! the zombie rush to them but before it can move any further Art stab its head and fall to the ground then die Art immediately loot the zombie so that it won't reanimate and so Kaye do the same to the 2 zombies it was a hard fight and Art is completely exhausted while Christian is unconscious thankfully Kaye arrives and if she didn't, those 2 surely dies

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

My own words sounded foreign to me, as if they were coming from a place beyond my control, from the very heart of the beast that had been unleashed. “No way...” Brandon’s disbelief was evident, his voice trembling as he spoke. But my grip on the blade tightened, the leather of my gloves creaking under the pressure. “I'm going to kill you,” I declared, each word dripping with venom that matched the red hue of my stained hands. “Slowly.”

I could barely see. Suddenly, a black, armored SUV pulled in front of me, blocking my path. I slammed on the brakes. The truck skidded in the rain, nearly hitting the guardrail. The SUV door opened. A tall figure emerged. Even through the rain and my own pain, I could feel the raw power rolling off him in waves. Kael. The Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, the most powerful pack in North America. He walked to my window and tapped on the glass. I rolled it down. Rain lashed my face.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

All those BDSM toys she researched about were all in that room and surprisingly placed in order as if they've never been used before. All those spreader bars, cuffs, clippers, whips everything. Spanking bench, X-cross, bondage swings attached to the mirror ceiling. She noticed there was a blurry portrait on top of the bed. She walked to the whips. All kind of whips. She traced her fingers on each and one of them. ‘In case you missed it Mrs. Carter, I am a Sadist.’‘There are many sex toys in this house.’ His voice echoed in her mind. She now understood why he calls himself a Sadist because never in her life she thought she'd ever come across this because She only read about this in Romance bo

"I’m not defending the system. I’m defending the idea that there's a line we shouldn't cross. Once we become the architects of the mass-kill, we’re no better than the Directorate board." Kael slumped against the cold, vibrating bulkhead, his skin flushed with the unnatural luminescence of his condition. "It’s not a choice between killing and not killing, Arthur. It’s a choice between dying as a battery for their machine or breaking the machine and finding out what we are when we’re actually awake." "And if we die?" Arthur demanded, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "If the 'patch' burns out and we're just left standing in the ruins of a society that doesn't know how to feed itself?"

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?