Deadly Force Novels & Stories

Light flooded the room, revealing the horror of what he had done—his mother lay lifeless, and his eyes met mine, full of realization and horror. He dropped the knife with a clatter and stumbled away. I bolted back to my room, locking the door with shaking hands. Dad walked up to my room and slammed his hand against the door. My heart was pounding, and I could not bring myself to open it. The door, sturdy and secure, a relic from when that room was meant for my older brother, held fast. I did not know if Dad was outside, wanting to get rid of me too or if he was trying to hand me the kitchen knife, making me the one to kill Grandma.

He pushed him on the ground making him fall on his back, in a swift, he placed his dark polished shoes on his chest pressing him tightly on the floor while Matteo groaned. "I'm........!" Matteo wanted to say when Lucifer pressed his chest harder. He can't say sorry cause Lucifer hates that word, anyone who mistakenly says it get murdered instantly. "Spare.....me!" He pleaded as he coughed out blood. "Spare!" Lucifer repeatedly, his expression motionless. He bents towards Matteo using his pistol to play with his head. "I don't spare lives, I take lives!" He whispered and Matteo shivered more. Lucifer stood up facing Blaze, who nodded immediately.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Hard and loud enough to echoe in the room. I look down at the floor and cry silently. I don't want to be a victim of domestic violence. Worst of all, from someone I loved, trusted and could call my family. "How dare you!" He snapped. He squats to my level and drags my hair to force me look at him. "On whose permission did you make a call, uh?" I try to pull back and look away but he tightens his hold on my hair. "Look at me, you bitch." I raise my hand up to hold his hand on my hair, trying my best to reduce the pain as much as possible.

So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete. “I ain’t saying shit! Might as well kill me now!” He barked “Oh, you will be dying today. The question is how long it will take. You see, Alpha Kyle has a certain way about doing things and I am anxious to see how long it will take you to die. It is pretty painful so it could be quick or it could be very very slow. Like days slow.” “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t fucking saying shit!”

, I splutter when I finally regain a sense of speaking any understandable syllables. "A few boxers die in the ring or due to injuries in the ring annually but I personally did not know anybody like that. I would like to think that I wouldn't die like that because you know, I never really lose that badly," Nathan stands up, pats and my head gently, and leaves. That means he could die. They could die. In the ring itself.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

He spins me around, his other hand slamming over my mouth, muffling my cry. “Stop overreacting; we're just talking here!" He calls this talking? I kick, pull, push, struggling like a deranged animal caught in a snare, but he doesn't budge until I stab my nail into his flesh. He jumps back, wincing in pain and cursing under his breath. “Fuck, what was that f—” PAK! My hand connects to his cheek with a force that vibrates all the way up to my shoulder. It’s the loudest sound in the dead silence of the driveway.

The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand. I collapsed to my knees and screamed into the line, "Dante, that’s a human life! She once paid for your education! How can you be this ruthless?!" Dante did not waver. I could even hear the sound of whiskey being poured on his end. "Sofia, don’t expect mercy for enemies. Since you chose to stand against the family, you bear the consequences. Go clarify. Don’t destroy Olivia. She’s the family’s future cash cow." In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead. Or perhaps, he had never existed at all.