First Kill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I say with a light smile and it brought those unshed tears down her cheeks. "You're too kind for your own good Kennedy," Bethany chokes with a smile. "If you knew how many I've killed to defend myself, you wouldn't say that," I say quietly and avoid eye contact. "I had my first kill at eight and it was an accident. One of Carolyn's younger warriors, was no more than sixteen and only had one shift. I'd been half shifting for two years by then. He had a silver blade and Claire reacted. Turned out the blade was fake and I was punished for it."

I seem to have an idea of ​​what it is. "About what?" "According to what I heard, the Alpha managed to kill his first love and he traded her for her best friend." In her first sentence of the story, I seemed to run out of words to speak, and bitter memories seemed to return to me. She was just sitting in front of me but I felt like she was stabbing me again and again in my chest with the sharpest knife. Here I am, wondering what exactly I am going to do next this time. According to the story I am already dead, do they really hate me that much and they just prefer to think I am dead?

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

I mean this could be my chance to learn something about Zayne I didn't know before. I remembered Diego telling me about how Zayne started killing at twelve and I had a feeling he had been about to tell me Zayne's first kill before our conversation was interrupted. Who could it have been? They say one's first kill usually set one on a part of no return. I didn't want to ask directly so as not to give off the impression that I was interested in Zayne's story. Margie knew I wasn't very fond of gossip and would definitely tease me about being curious about Zayne.

Kael finally faced him. “I know enough.” “Then tell me.” “No.” Kael said. The word landed between them. Adrian's hands curled inside his pockets. “She almost killed that creature,” he said. “Did she?” Kael asked sarcastically. Adrian's eyes narrowed. Kael held his gaze. The question stayed there. “Did she?”

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

And from the inside: a story about what it meant to be loved past the point where love was supposed to stop, and what you did with the life that love gave you back. She began to type. Not carefully. Not with the composed attention she brought to documents that were going somewhere specific. She typed the way she had written in the journals before Eric stole them — for herself, into the space where the true version lived, the version that didn't require management or framing or the careful selection of what to show. She typed: *I died once. And everything that happened after is a story worth telling.* She looked at the sentence. She typed the next one. And the one after.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.