First Kill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“The news from the palace is that the Catalyst is dead or empty. My father is the only one who knows the truth, and he’s too proud to tell his generals he lost to a girl.” Killian looked out the window at the falling snow. He wasn't the same man who had first checked Faith’s background. He was a man with something to lose now, and that made him the most dangerous Alpha in the world. “Let them come,” Killian said. His voice was as cold as the ice outside. We aren't just hiding anymore. We’re hunting. Back in the bedroom, Faith felt a strange shiver go down her spine. She looked at her hand again. For a split second, a tiny spark of silver light danced between her fingers before vanishing.

Kara clenched her jaw, pulling me out of my memory. “You mean the illegal ventures?” I said. I couldn’t help but jab. A little smirk touched Killian’s face. “So this is payback?” he asked. “After getting Mila, dead or alive, you are going to kill me?” Killian asked nonchalantly. “Yes,” Kara hissed as Killian pressed the knife further into the joint. “You bastard!” she cried, growing paler by the second, breaking into a cold sweat. “I thought she was your slut, but turns out you’re the do—”

I didn't move at all. "That wasn't me," I whispered. "That was her." "It was you," he corrected gently. "But it was also her. You're the same now." "I don't want to be." "I know." My breathing slowed. The smell of blood filled the air: metallic, sharp, real. I looked at the bodies, at my hands. They shook. I felt cold and hot at the same time. My vision blurred. "The first kill is always the hardest," Kieran said quietly.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

“I only liked you because of your money and power. But you’ve caused my brother’s death. You have nothing now, so you might as well die! “Oh, and the baby isn’t yours either. I’ve never loved you, but you betrayed the woman who loves you so much because of me. Don’t you find it hilarious?” Damiano slumped to the floor as tears fell from his eyes. In the past, it pained me a lot to see him cry. But this time, I was calm as I watched him. Damiano no longer meant anything to me. Meanwhile, Wendy started laughing hysterically. “I’ve killed him. Let me out.” The door opened, and Wendy immediately ran out. However, the guard outside the door shot her dead in the next second. “I let you out alive,

“That’s my favorite.” “I know.” Albert recalled that conversation with Ali. He also remembered saying that Willow is one of the gentlest souls there ever was. He took that to account when he was gently trolling him during their pursuer-and-usurper week, for his description of him reminded Albert so much of his own nerdy, socially inept younger brother figure—GD. When Willow looked at him, Albert spoke again, “I didn’t kill him.” “I know,” he replied. “We have all the files pertaining to his killer, who I know you know…and more.” Willow’s sniffles turned his eyes watery and red even after the emotional phase of the conversation now that they’ve entered the official business part.

Looking for the part that didn't make sense. Mogra had spent years telling me to kill Kade. Only Kade. The mission had always been singular. Clean. He dies, his pack falls, justice is served for Silvermist, and I finally lay down the blade I had been carrying since I was six years old. So why, now, was she asking me to kill someone else? Why would she care about Kade's mate? I thought about the ceremony. About Mogra moving through the crowd like smoke, and then stopping beside Vaela. The whisper. The single nod.

"Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said." I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!" If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote. Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it? Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry. She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion. She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.

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Transfer the script, not just avoid it. And who better than the people who wrote that script in the first place? Rita and Lucas CHOSE to be murderers. They planned my death carefully and executed it without remorse. They stood over my dying body and laughed about the money they were about to steal. If I had to engineer someone into that death slot, let it be them. Both of them needed to pay.