Deadly Force Novels & Stories

The immense force bore down on him, cracking his bones with resounding snaps. Thunderbolts struck mercilessly, crashing into Adrian's body with relentless force. Yet he stood unyielding, defiant, disbelief etched on his face. The Holy Son sneered. "This time, you're dead. With lightning and gravity combined, your body will be pulverized." Adrian smirked. "Is that so? Let's see who's really courting death!" With explosive power, Adrian launched a devastating strike, shattering the space before him. The thunder's force meant nothing as he pressed forward, unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with.

Every passing second and millisecond tightens his death grip. Am guessing this is it. This is my death means abd where I die. I slowly and gradually quit struggle. I perform the unthinkable. I gaze deeply into his red blaze like eye's. I'll probably be dead. Breaking a rule shouldn't hurt. Or so I thought. He strengthens his grip. I gasp more. My life force slowly and gradually pull off me. I battle for dominance but alpha Ron's grip ain't any mere death grip. It kills faster than imagined.

As I pulled out of the driveway I found myself getting into a battle with myself about what I was going to do. Killing someone gives me an all time high. Knowing I have the power to end someone's life at any moment I want makes me feel so powerful. Other than when I'm fucking bitches on the side. But it's the moment right before you do it, right before you know that your about to pull the trigger is the best. The adrenaline rushes through your veins making you heart rate speed up right before theirs ends. When you pull the trigger and watch the life drain from their body. When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, exciteme

His voice was low, deep, and dangerously calm when he finally spoke. “If you know what’s good for you,” he said, his British accent thick and sharp, “you’ll shut the fuck up and stop fighting me.”

Close enough to take that photo. Close enough to kill us.

"The Tenth Life... it’s tired of hiding. It wants to be shared." ​"Do it," I said, my voice vibrating with a power I didn't recognize. ​I reached behind my back, locking my fingers with his. ​BOOM. ​The "Forbidden Touch" didn't just spark—it detonated. ​A dome of violet and silver energy blasted outward in a perfect, lethal circle. Shipping crates made of reinforced steel turned to splinters in a heartbeat. The soldiers didn't even have time to scream. One moment they were pulling triggers; the next, they were nothing but fine white ash dancing in the draft.

This one would be silent. And far more deadly.

My voice came out in the most deadly tone I had ever used. “I will kill you.”

"But when you slip up, Dominic, and I get my hands on her, you will wish you never set foot into this room. A grim smile quirked Dominic's lips. "Let's see who regrets what." Unbearable tension filled the room as the two men prepared for the deadly game. I watched in helpless horror as Dominic loaded the gun, steady hands and unflinching eyes that never left Patrick. In that instant, I knew how far Dominic would go for me, and it scared me. This wasn't a game; it was war, and the stakes were higher than they had ever been. The room was holding its collective breath as Dominic raised the gun, aiming it at Patrick. The silence was deafeningly loud, except for the hammer cocking back. My heart