Can You Kill K Round Novels & Stories

As the announcers went over the rules on the loudspeaker, I listened earnestly. We were not allowed to kill anyone during these matches. The only fight to the death was at the finale but until then, we had to be careful not to kill anyone or we’ll be disqualified. The first round was a free-for-all; they wanted to see how we fought to get a feel for us. We didn’t exactly have to win the fight in this round, but we had to be able to continue on to the next rounds after today. Our goal was to make it so that not all of us made it; some could get so injured not even their wolves could heal them in time. If that happened, they’d be disqualified.

Cain didn’t hesitate to crush the Alpha’s windpipe completely. The crowd before him flinched at the sudden move, and as Kendrick gurgled and gasped his last breath, they didn’t take their eyes off him. Like watching a car crash. Their emotions ranged from fear to relief to shock. When the Circle heard about this, there would be repercussions. He’d just killed an Alpha like he was nothing. And he was. Kendrick had been lower than the shit beneath his shoes, and no one could say any different. But he’d been an Alpha. He’d had responsibilities.

"Do not kill him." Kael steps into the circle, and the temperature of the room seems to drop. He is not fast like Ren, and does not need to be fast. He is powerful, the kind of powerful that comes from years of violence and survival. He attacks immediately, no feints, no setup. Just a straight punch aimed at my chest. I try to dodge, but I am not fast enough. His fist connects with my shoulder, and the force of it spins me around. I stumble but do not fall.

Konner pressed hard, driving forward with a brutal flurry of thrusts and overhead smashes. CLANG! CLANG! Zavier barely parried the strikes, the heavy iron vibrating in his hands. He was getting pushed right up against the wooden boundary wall. "Run all you want!" Konner roared, leaping into the air and bringing his staff down with both hands in a full-power smash. "You're dead!" Zavier was trapped. If he tried to fake another clumsy trip now, that oak beam was going to break his shoulder in half. And then, in a fraction of a second, the sloppy street-rat vanished.

she screamed, leveling the rifle. Killian didn't wait. He moved with the speed of a High Alpha who had nothing left to lose. He didn't use his claws; he used his sheer mass, tackling Sarah as she fired. The pulse-round went wide, hitting a quartz pillar and causing a chain reaction of shattering glass. CRACK. The floor beneath them gave way. "Killian!" I screamed. He was dangling over a pit of absolute darkness, one hand gripping the edge of the salt-shielded floor, the other holding Sarah’s wrist as she dangled over the abyss.

“This is about justice. About what they did to us. I don’t care what it takes.” “You don’t care?” she whispered, eyes filling with emotion. “You’d pretend to fall in love with him—just to kill him?” “This is the only way. I’ve trained my whole life for this. Lucien has to die.” Silence stretched between us. Then Lydia stepped forward, her voice soft and scared. “If you do this and they find out—” “They won’t,” I said quickly. Evelyn’s fists clenched. “Then we’re going with you.”

Gerard, the base director of Ark Two, chuckled. "What's the fun in saving people? If we're going to play, let's do it properly. How about a killing match instead? Whoever kills the most wins. That includes the Gifted from the other bases, too," he added casually. "The fight goes on until only one Gifted is left standing." Hayley listened to him and thought for a few seconds. "Fine," she said. "Base K1 will bet ten thousand pounds of grain that we win." "That sounds interesting." Ark One spoke up next. "We'll match that. Ten thousand pounds. Ark One bets on ourselves."

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

Killing a true god, was completely different from killing a mortal or even an immortal, killing those kinds of beings was thousands of times easier, their body just need to be destroyed or unable to function or sustain life, stop their heart, drain all of their blood or in case of immortal or cultivator in the higher realm that has more than one soul, one just need to destroy their body then destroy all of their soul.

They have managed to step on every damn nerve of mine. Kael cleared his throat, tore his eyes away from the scene, and focused them on me. "You killed an Elder Killian, no matter how much you want to dismiss that situation, it can't be dismissed. You are going to have to answer the majority because definitely questions are going to be asked. Harsh Questions that need answers."