Desire To Kill Novels & Stories

Her look was calm, huge, like someone who had already carried the weight of that decision across a long, frozen plain. “I want what he did to end. I want him not to stand again to hurt another wolf. If killing him is the quickest, cleanest way to stop him - yes. I want him dead.”

“He screamed and told the world I was disowned. He called me… filth. But no, he didn’t touch me. Igor’s team got me out.” Leo cursed softly under his breath, a low, savage sound. “I saw him, Killian. I saw his face. That wasn't just anger, that was pure, murderous malice. He finally got what he always wanted: the excuse to get rid of the part of himself he couldn't control. And he did it on the biggest stage possible.”

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

But most of all—more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire miserable, pathetic life—I wanted to find Ian Nightshade and use the jagged shards of broken glass on this floor to repeatedly stab whatever cold, dead thing sat in his chest where a heart should have been. I wanted to kill him. The thought was so crystal clear and so incredibly specific that it actually terrified me. “What’s with all the noise?”

Trembling vigorously like a leaf in a blizzard as she kept on squeezing at the spot beneath her breast, turning the red that already cladded my eyes more nefarious as I clenched my fists and jaw, fighting the urge to snap her neck to keep her from talking and crying. "Listen to me, Alicia! I wanted it so badly to be me who killed your fucking pussy of a Father. I wanted to kill him, no, not just to kill him, I wanted to destroy him, slowly and steady, make him feel that fucking pain, I know that it wouldn't compare but it would have at least, satiated my plaguing demons and nightmares from that horrible night when I watch his skin being slowly peeled off his flesh! I wanted my dogs to feast

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

He had already tried to end his life several times before. “Even if I want to die, I know I can’t, because there’s a child depending on me. I cannot just leave Dylan. He needs me.” “Good. At least you know that,” I snapped, irritation spilling from my voice. “Tsk. I swear, I want to punch you right now.” “I know. I’m so stupid… huh.” “Good thing you know.”

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.

He was actually mad at me, so he was able to drive me away. I will only kill those who want to destroy us. I will eliminate all obstacles in our path. I'm going to kill them. **