Art Of The Kill Novels & Stories

“Make yourselves necessary in the places where they least expect it. Remember — we are not savages but artists. Our art is war disguised as life.” They filed out into the night, carrying plans on tongues and in hearts. Theodore remained behind and watched them go. Alone in the pit, the torchlight threw his shadow long and monstrous across the stone. He raised the small vial once more and uncorked it. A smell like old cut grass and iron rose. He breathed it in, as if the scent of violence steadied his opiate need to win back what had been taken. The sweet, metallic promise of poison let his teeth clench with pleasure.

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.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

When so much money was offered, some excellent killers would definitely sign up. That was the truth. Less than half a day after the kill order was announced, a large number of killers had made their way to Art Trading Corporation. Some came from East Ocean, some came from West Ocean, some were professional hitmen, and others were just normal individuals. There were various kinds of people. Anyone who was a ranked killer in the world had basically arrived. Naturally, it was unrealistic to let so many people go out there and kill Thomas. It was about assassinating him, not directly attacking him by force. If such a large group of people rushed out, they might be suppressed before they could ev

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

He didn’t ask permission. He assessed. I understand something now with cold clarity. Matteo De Luca isn’t dangerous because he kills. He’s dangerous because he gives people the illusion of choice - and waits to see who damns themselves willingly.

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof

He was able to pin me to the ground. “I will fucking kill you!” He said in between breaths. “No Soren, I’ll be the one to kill you.” I pulled out my knife and I stuck it in his neck. He looked at me and I pulled the gun out. His blood squirted all over my face. He fell on me and I pushed him off. I stood up but I was losing my balance. Just then, footsteps could be heard outside the door and I could hear voices. I feared that it was Soren’s associates but when the door opened and it revealed Primo, I was relieved. My vision was starting to blur and I couldn’t stand straight. I saw a glimpse of Boomer standing next to Primo. I was about to walk to them but I was too weak. I fell to the ground

“But hey, let’s bet on who gets the highest number of kill, how ‘bout that, bro?” Arth smirked as he drove Blackwinter through the neck of his opponent. “Game.” Then he moved towards the left alley where more enemies rushed approaching. He had Blackwinter on his right hand and an ice dagger on his left. As his usual tactic; he would block the sword of the attacking opponent with his own blade, and then quickly slitting the throat using the ice dagger. And he kept on doing it … over and over again …

Rachel POV "We have to get the Alpha Council involved right now," Art stated with a grim tone I'd never heard him use before. He stood up from Patrick's body with his hands out towards Tyler making me realize it was Tyler who still held the gun. Tyler had been the one to pull the trigger then, the one to kill Patrick, the one to commit murder here in our home. "Here," Tyler murmured, offering the gun to Art who took it between his thumb and forefinger before placing it onto the footlocker at the end of our bed, "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to go off."