Deadly Force Novelas e Histórias

Her gun fired, rebounding off the wall and echoing through the dark room. Alexis scrambled to rise, clawing at his face as he hovered over her. He wanted so badly to put his hands around her neck, but the guilt made him falter. He had murdered not one, but two of her brothers, and now, having Zoe lying motionless beside him, he understood the torment she felt, the overwhelming desire for retribution. His hesitation was enough for Alexis to regain control, tugging her gun from underneath his body and aiming it directly against his forehead. It was so close. He could feel the chill drifting from the metal, smell the gunpowder from her earlier shot.

When she saw Antoine faint, she nearly fainted herself. “Call the doctor! Hurry!” When Alyse did not react, she quickly scrambled for the call button, but Alyse stepped on her hand. Alyse looked down on her and smirked. “I won’t let you.” The woman’s eyes widened. Terrified, she said, “He’s losing so much blood! If he keeps bleeding, he’ll die!” “Then, let him die. I caused the deaths of Clinton’s parents. Naturally, I can cause Antoine’s as well.” Alyse’s voice was very gentle, and her expression was vicious.

“But so far, he has evaded even our Alpha’s most capable warriors. If this keeps up—” The news anchor stopped talking suddenly, her brow furrowing as she pressed her finger to the earpiece and listened. “Hang on,” she said. “I’m receiving an update… Alpha Harrrington just made a statement: he is on his way to the scene. Lethal force will be used.” Lethal force. The local Alpha was going to kill Kieran if he couldn’t be stopped. My throat bobbed. Nora tugged on my hand. “What does lethal force mean?” she asked.

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a

she said with a twisted smile on her face, sparks flashing at the tip of the stun gun. "Dakota, go and turn up the TV volume. We can't have Aaron disturbing the neighbors." Dakota went to the TV and set it to the highest volume possible. As the TV continued thundering loudly in the living room, I experienced the excruciating pain of electric currents coursing all throughout my body. Meanwhile, Dakota just sat at her desk expressionlessly while she studied and memorized the articles in her Criminal Law textbook. "Intentional homicide is the act of intentionally and illegally depriving another person of their life…"

Lena’s head snapped up. Bright headlights. Blinding. Too close. Too fast. Her eyes widened. Her body froze. For a second… Everything slowed. Her heart pounded in her ears. Loud. Wild. Her breath caught in her throat. “I—” The impact hit before she could move. A violent force. Pain exploded through her body— Then nothing. Darkness swallowed everything. Complete. Cold. Endless. She couldn’t feel her body. Couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t see. Just darkness.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic