Dark Urge Kill Isobel Novels & Stories

– she says while she looks at her arm and smile. I don’t know what she’s on about but I run upstairs and I walk into our room. Looking at Olivia I see a bruise forming on her wrist and my heat sinks. I growl in pain to see my mate hurt. “I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BICTH” – I say and walk downstairs to the basement again. My eyes are murderous and Isobel doesn’t even flinch and that is driving me crazy. I mind link Ed “basement now” “You won’t touch me, because if you do, the same will happen to her” – I hear her talk and all I want to do is end her.

The maid froze, the horror of watching an unknown man kill Miss Isabel filled her eyes, but not for long. Kallum twisted his hands and snapped her neck before releasing her to the ground. The Darkforce purred in approval. Kallum stepped over Isabel's body without another glance and took the picture along with him. He moved towards the front door. “I'm coming brother"

An evil smile appeared on her lips as she pulled a knife from behind her and stab Drake. Drake looked at her, his face was filled with confusion and questions. “I don’t need you to save me,” Isabel said with mockery. “I am stronger than you. I can’t believe my sister thought that you would be the next Alpha King. When you’re just useless.” “What are you talking about?” Drake asked as he winced in pain. “The truth,” Isabel said smiling at him. I wanted to wipe the smile from her face. I wanted to kill her at that moment for what she did to Drake. “You know what, there’s something missing,” she said as she pulled out the knife she stab Drake with.

But as Isla whispered into her ear, I saw a smirk spread across Caroline’s lips. Not just a simple smirk, but one that looked wicked, almost evil. A shiver slid down my spine. Whatever Isla was whispering had to be powerful. Caroline’s expression made me even more curious, almost desperate, to know. My turn came next. Isla leaned toward me, and I froze for a moment. My heart beat faster. Her voice dropped to a whisper so soft only I could hear. “A wooden stake to the heart,” she breathed, “Is the thing that can kill Derek.”

I yanked her by her hand and dragged her away with me. "What do you think, Mr. All Supreme?" she hissed, her tone sharp and cutting. Her smirk spread slowly, a dangerous glint lighting up her eyes. "Don’t forget who I am—I’m Reina, the killer. I could end you right here, right now, and not a soul would dare challenge me." She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she stepped closer, her presence suffocating. "So stop acting like you own me," she said, her voice low and venomous. "Because I will never, ever be yours." "Yeah? But you're were begging me for more last night. Forgotten so soon?" I said backing her up at the wall.

His gaze flickered to his hand and realized Killian had pressed the burning edge of his cigarette into the back of his palm. "And I'll make your death more painful if I found he has touched my Bella. I'll fucking rip you apart. You better start praying," he smashed the cigarette brutally against his skin while glaring him down with his cold eyes. The smell of charred flesh mingled with the smell of smoke in the air. Robert closed his eyes tight. The pain was excruciating. Once Killian's sadistic side was satisfied with his work, he commanded him to leave.

It didn’t even blink, just then, Isabella heard the words in her mind, clear as day. “The Strongborn, is ours. You cannot protect what was promised.” Her heart raced, and she blinked. The figure was gone. Just like that. But something inside her told her this wasn’t over. It wasn’t finished. And it wouldn’t stop. Not until they had Lyon. Isabella turned quickly and walked back toward camp. Her heart pounded, her thoughts racing. She had to get back. She had to warn Tristan. Because the darkness had returned. And this time, it wasn’t hiding anymore. It was coming for them all.

“Well, from what’s been told, her body was mutilated with bite marks and drained of all her blood. I bet they’re going to write it off as an animal attack.” I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me—silent, but enough to make my claws lengthen slightly. Luca, I thought bitterly. The reality of the situation hit me like a freight train. Crimson Creek was the entrance to the Blood Isle portal. It had to be him. He must have done it there. I forced myself to take a steady breath, willing the surge of anger and frustration down. “So, what do you think happened?” I asked, trying to sound normal while she handed me my coffee, though my thoughts were far from casual.