Novel & Cerita Art Of The Kill

“Don’t let them see you drift off.” “I’m not drifting,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I’m watching. Every twitch. Every step. Especially him.” I didn’t need to point. Elias knew who I meant. The one who called himself Medor Thornwell. He was too smooth, too clean for an exile. Every movement of his tonight had been too controlled. I watched the way he fought Marcus—fast, precise, like someone who’d been trained to kill in silence. Not someone who’d been banished and left to rot.

He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this. I pull out my gun and fire it at his feet, twice for each leg. It barely grazes the tip of his expensive oxfords yet he didn't flinch, just gave me an unimpressed look. "You just had to suck all the fun out of everything, don't you?" He sighs and comes over to my desk, pointing at the girl in the picture. "You've obviously heard the rumours going around that Cypher has risen from the dead, right?"

“I only know the art of killing. That’s why I’m here to take a look at you.” “The art of killing?” Dean froze, startled, before he burst out laughing. “You’re being too humble, Sir York. The art of killing resides in many forms. Martial arts, incantations, witchcraft, Yin-Yang Techniques, medical skills, geomancy, and many others are just different arts of killing.” “Since you know all of these, then you must be quite extraordinary!”

While all I can think about is how we can get away with murder. I’ve been biding my time, waiting patiently for the perfect time and I think finally it is. It’s been torturous years, but finally I can make my move. I say calmly. “Haven’t you learned anything from me? The best kills aren’t rushed. They’re art. And art takes time.” She scowls, but I continue before they can interrupt. A low chuckle escapes me. “There’s no hurry. Don’t you see? I already made the first move.”

I remarked and Kyler chuckled. “The pictures you sent me through the mindlink were wow ! Are you an artist in painting bodies with blood ? The precision of the cuts and the streams of oozing blood were too accurately done !! I could swear you were sending me the images of a painting if I had not seen your victims walking and talking for real ! The artwork was beautiful but gory,” Kyler said with a shudder. “I know you paint red better, babe,” I snorted as I thought back about Kyler’s victims tonight. All of them had been left hanging on a tree and I swear, I would have loved to turn that tree into a Xmas one if he had used actual decorations instead of corpses.

The iron gates beneath the platform groaned open, the sound echoing across the arena like a warning. Every student instinctively stepped back, yet not a single instructor moved. Instead of wolves, six creatures emerge—sleek, shadow-like beasts with glowing amber eyes and long antlers twisted like branches. They don't attack. They circle the arena, sniffing the air as though searching for something. One Beta whispers, "Night Stalkers..." Another mutters, "Why are they using them on freshers?"

I could have crippled him completely, ensuring that he could not take the exam. However, at the last moment, I held back without even realizing it. If I made another mistake in that life, in the next rebirth, I could completely become a puppet of the plot, just like the other side characters, sacrificing everything for the happy ending of Rachel and Timothy. With that thought, I decided to strike at Rachel. "Rachel Sharp. Do you know the values of the Faraday constant and the Boltzmann constant?" Rachel gave me a blank and perplexed look.

The confident, untouchable star athlete who had charmed the entire campus… powerless against the fortress she had built around herself. Back in her room that night, Nora set up a new canvas. This painting would not be delicate or forgiving. This painting would not be beauty for the sake of admiration. It would be fire, anger, pain, and defiance poured into color and shape. Crimson streaks of rage bled across the canvas. Black swirls of hurt twisted into sharp shapes. Gold highlights burned like hope she refused to allow herself to feel.

As Art was about to pounce on him, Alpha Aaron howled loudly to his prepared omega who aimed the point of the pistol at Art and pulled the trigger. The needle soared towards Art and plunged deeply into his neck, stinging him like a bee. Art was howling loudly and he felt his control of his body slipping quickly as the drought seeped fast into his veins. His legs were losing feeling and one by one, his control slipped and Art fell into a dreamless sleep with Alpha Nolan finally taking control of his body once again.

He staggered towards me with anger in his eyes, I bet he thought I was some cheap girl who would kneel to service his privates at his beck and call. I chuckled as I continued watching him from the mirror, with no fear in my eyes. Infact he should be the scared one because his days on earth were numbered from the moment he saw me. “You know, it's funny how no one knows how they are going to die and leave this world. They could just be in the restroom and death would come knocking… ” I said as I opened my bag and brought out a rope, a dagger and a syringe. Oh, I forget to mention, I love to get creative with my kills. I had always wanted to be an artist and create a piece that would shake the