First Kill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

The last time I checked on her in A****n, she threaten ed to kill me if she ever sets her eyes on me. Two immortals trying to kill each other, that's the craziest thing on planet Kepler.

Hey y'all I first have to say forgive me for killing of Malayah. Since the beginning I knew one of them would die and as the story developed and Malayah become the headstrong and rebellious one. I felt she would be the one to get herself into trouble resulting in her death.

We try to answer everyones questions. "My queen, I know that everything has been happening very fast and all... but I was hoping for an update on when our family members would be able to be laid to rest..?" Kaylee asks. She is one of the teenagers from my old pack. I am totally heartbroken seeing her so sad about this, I didn't realize until just now, her older brother was one of the warriors killed on the way here. I turn to Ansel and Alpha Maxwell to get their opinion.

Me- Who do we kill first? Juliet- She tried to kill her own child. She said it would be her favorite kill. “Kill Him, Finley,” I order. “No. NO!” Alicia screams. I don’t watch Kale, I watch Alicia. When I hear the crack, she screams again. “That was my favorite kill,” I whisper, before taking her head between my hands and pulling it off completely. The crowd gasps as I toss her head at my parents' feet, only 20 yards away.

The closer he came, the more his power pulsed, drawn to something deep within. He pressed his palm to the stone door. “Open,” he growled. Nothing. He bared his teeth, and his Alpha aura exploded outward. The ground cracked beneath him, the air itself screaming. The gates trembled—then shattered. Inside, darkness moved like a living thing. It spoke. “You seek the dead, wolf king?” Killian’s breath came heavy. “I seek my mate.” “She is not dead.” “I know,” he said coldly. “But she’s beyond my reach.”

Sirella’s POV The air in Kieran’s hideout was thick with silence. I sat across from him, my hands resting on my lap, waiting for his approval. I had killed for the first time, and he had been pleased, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Killing a pawn meant nothing if the king was still standing. Kieran leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed. He studied me for a long time before he spoke. "If you really want to destroy Damien," he said, his voice calm but firm, "you have to make him obsessed with you again—then break him completely."

“Kill who?” “They had tried to kill someone dear to us,” she said, walking away from me. There was really no need to question her further, she wasn’t going to reveal who. “Did you do all this?” I asked, looking around the room. It looked familiar, the patterns, the slash marks. It was just like I had seen at Maverick’s camp. “Kgor,” I pointed to the dead man on the throne. His eyes and tongue pulled out. “That was all Roman when I arrived, he had already killed his father and declared himself Alpha,” she replied.

Killian commanded. As soon as Brax rushed out in fear for his life. Killian brought his attention back to me. When we made eye contact, I almost peed my pants. He was so furious that if I weren't his mate, I'd think he was ready to kill me. He stalked toward me, not removing his eyes, like he was a predator ready to attack his prey. Knowing I lucked out on hearing his name. It gave me the boost I needed to finish this.

My mother was afraid to the core and wanted to go report to Grandma that I killed my own father but I wouldn't let that happen, I killed her right before my brother. I then beat my brother to pulp and gave myself a few scars, lying to Grandma that it was a rogue attack. I killed my own parents, killed my own grandma, the Alpha king, just for power. Now I hated to admit it but I would kill someone I have feelings for, Hazel, just for power! I just killed my own beta earlier this morning. Then who was this bastard who thinks I wouldn't be able to knock him off his feet in a minute and pluck out his heart.