First Kill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It didn't. I'll kill him. I'll kill Dylan. ****** Thoughts on the book so far? Drop a comment, I'd love to hear what you think.

~Aurora’s Point of View~ ~Present~ “Vampire stuff is the messiest stuff. Always drama, fighting. I was really counting on an easy life, none of them were supposed to wake on my watch and since we have only the three tombs and they were all full, I didn’t think we’d get anymore. What a fucking mess,” Alpha Killian shouts, slamming his fist on the table and making me jump. Two others in the room do as well.

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.

Irikah just killed a man for no reason. She killed Kael.

“You’re too weak to lead. When the full moon comes, the clans will reject you. A new Alpha will rise.” I didn’t know what any of that meant. Clans? Full moon? Reject? But the way Kieran’s jaw clenched made it clear he knew exactly what she meant. And then—he snapped her neck. Just like that. One second she was talking, the next she was a heap on the floor. My heart dropped. I felt sick. Not because she didn’t deserve it—I mean, she literally tried to kill me—but… he didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t flinch.

Anderson gave each of his teammates a file containing all information about the victims. They were looking at the files thoroughly while Mr. Anderson continued explaining the case. “Secondly, about the killing style. The killer first kidnaps his victims and then tortures them until they die of starvation.” “So it means that he doesn't actually kill them himself. He just tortures them and lets them die on their own!!!!” The youngest mumbled in a confused expression. “But that doesn't change the fact that he is the killer. Because those men died because of him. If it wasn't for him they wouldn't have died in the first place. He didn't kill them directly, he still killed them indirectly.” Said

My fingers clawed at her steel grip as the air thinned, each gasp harder to catch. Her eyes narrowed, wild. “It was always you. Because of you, Father never saw me. Because of you, Mother beat me. Why do you get happiness, every life, every time? Why do you get the perfect husband? Don’t worry, Sera. You’ll die, and I’ll be reborn again. And this time, I won’t make the wrong choice. I’ll kill you before you even marry. I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I take everything.” I forced a smile. “Is that all you’ve got?”

When my mate and the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Ares Hamilton, was forced to choose between saving my mother or retrieving his lover's late mother's keepsake, he chose the keepsake without hesitation. By the time Ares finally learned that my mother, Celia Hale, had died, he wept and begged for my forgiveness. But by then, I was long gone. … To the left, beneath an overhang in the rock wall, Mom was cornered by three Rogues with her back jammed against the stone.

Always both. Then Sienna. Curled up with blankets twisted around her. Six years old. Energetic and loving. Named after two women who died. Carrying their legacy. Their hope. Finally back to her bedroom. Kieran is awake. Reading. Waiting for her. "Finished writing?" he asks. "For tonight. There's always more to write. More to remember. More to preserve." "What did you write about tonight?" "The beginning. Rachel dying. Waking up as Raven. The impossibility of it all. The terror and confusion and determination."

"How did the family next door actually die? This is murder! If people find out, we're finished!" "Keep your voice down!" Gabriel's voice turned vicious. "It was that idiot Jasmine! I told her to saw through just enough to cause a small leak for a minor explosion. Who knew she'd lose her mind and cut straight through the main line?" "So what do we do now? That family is actually dead!" "Good riddance!" Gabriel gave a cold laugh. "Dead men tell no tales. That family was greedy anyway. They took the 200 grand to fake their deaths and leave the country. Now that they're actually dead, no one knows we paid them off.