Deadly Force Novels & Stories

It was blurr of colors and the sounds of metals crashing against metals, bones cracking, flesh tearing, cries of the dying, and the sound of last breaths. Rocks flew everywhere, hitting anyone. The earth shook like a huge monster was awaken from a long slumber. Grasses grew violently from the ground, pinning anyone and choking them to death. Sharp wind blades flew like arrows, killing enemies but Reapers. Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target.

Archon applied pressure, and the mugger tried to remove the offending appendage. Warren's voice shouted loud enough to force Archon to wince, "We don't kill unless it is necessary, Archon. If you kill this mugger, you are no better than he is, and you will be the bad guy." "We kill dog people," Archon argued. Warren growled, "Yes, because they came to kill, and they weren't going to negotiate. We had little choice but to use deadly force." "I the bad guy?" Worry crept into Archon's tone, "You hate me?"

Derek broke the stifling silence. Dad stared at his bloody hands. "I don't know." "Dad, I think Derek's right," I added. "So you're suggesting that we kill this man? We could all go to prison for the rest of our lives for murder." Jim yelled at me. "Don't you ever talk to her like that." Derek glared at his dad. "What'd you say to me? I'll do anything I damn well please." Jim's features sharpened like he was about to pummel Derek.

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.

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.”

"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.

"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

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.