Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

“One life for one life.” Killian’s grip tightened around my arm. “You take one more step toward her,” he warned lowly, “and there is no coming back from it.” The sea roared back to life suddenly, the illusion wavering for just a split second. I reached into the pouch at my belt and flung a fistful of finely crushed charcoal straight into Killian’s eyes before he could anticipate the move. The dark powder exploded across his vision, and he staggered backward, momentarily blinded as he tried to wave the grit away.

I explained. “Another nice way to get me killed” She said sarcastically. “You aren’t going to get killed if you have the best trainer” I said. “And who might that be?” She asks with a frown. “Amelia” I said and she groans. “Of all people, why her?” She said. “She is the best warrior and this will give you guys a chance to know each other the more. “Just so you know, I hate this” She said. “Just so you know, I don’t want you to get killed” I said back with a smile.

A slow torture that'd finally shatter my soul into unbendable pieces. This time, Killan grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall, his eyes dangerously tempting. “What on earth do you think you're doing?“ He barked, his voice outright terrifying. “Do you badly want to get yourself killed?“ I pushed him with each drop of strength I had left, but he was immovable—like a fucking rock. “So what if I want to get killed?” I barked, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, “Why do you care if I'm trying do get myself killed? I deserve to die.”

“My work was clean. I even threw Mr. Red’s car into the river.” “Good. At least you didn’t mess that up. Alright, I’ll leave you to your sympathies for now.” *** IT WAS RED’S final wake, and everyone was busy at the funeral. In front of Red’s coffin stood the woman who had ordered his twin’s death. “Sorry again, Red. It was supposed to be your twin lying there, but my hired man failed. I’m awful, aren’t I? Your sibling is just too flashy. Can you believe it? Useless, yet he seems to have inherited almost everything! Aren’t you jealous? But don’t worry—I won’t kill your sibling. Since you’re already dead, the inheritance will definitely be split. Sorry again, okay? Sleep well. I love you.”

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

Kael went quiet. "And, let me add," Belarie continued "It can incinerate enemies at a molecular level. It can also eliminate multiple targets simultaneously,” he said casually. “Faster than either of you can draw a weapon.” Dante inhaled. Killian's mouth opened. Closed. He had no answer. "So," Belarie said pleasantly. "Do you still want to reject my parting gift?" Dante blinked. Then nodded once. “…Okay. I’ve heard enough. We accept the creepy murder toy.” Dante said through gritted teeth. "Thank you. Now get the hell out of our house."

(literally, kill) glyph barreled at him like a cannonball. The Formula of Kill! Boom! The "sha" rune slammed into the elderly man, causing a huge messy burst of blood and strips of flesh. When everyone recovered from the shock, he was gone. The elderly Ninth-grade Human King had been blasted to bits. "The Peacock race, eh?" smirked Chu Xun, "Should I be concerned?"

Lighting a fresh cigarette, Killian exhaled a slow breath, gaze fixed on the dying man writhing in pain. “Bury him alive.” he ordered. Chris gave a silent nod, understanding without needing more words. He wondered what that little girl would do if she saw his brutality. Killian turned on his feet and stepped out of the hut. The faint curl of smoke trailed from the cigarette between his fingers. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting sharp lines across his face, accentuating every chiseled feature like a shadowed sculpture of vengeance. His men followed close behind. Their boots crushed the dead leaves beneath. A cold satisfied smirk played on his lips.

It wasn't“ ”Really?“ ”yeah“ ”Alright… then I wouldn't kill him“ ”Do not kill without reasons... I taught you that, didn't I“ ”Yes… we shouldn't kill because we just want to. Kill them if they tried to kill you or if they tried to kill someone precious“ She then mumbles in the tone that Kalisto would say. ”It is good you still remember it“ ”I am not that forgetful“ ”Hmm? Yet you still forgot to wear matching shoes…“

“And my decision stands. Your so-called forbidden mate dies tonight.” “Why are you so determined to kill him?” Astarian cut in. “Do you really think you can silence the three of us, or every single person standing here?” “Why couldn’t I?” Alpha Kael’s voice was flat, final. “I’ll kill everyone in this yard if that’s what it takes.” Rhydian’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected his father to say something that ugly out loud. Tavian drew a slow breath. “You will do no such thing, Alpha Kael.” Astarian said. “That’s mass murder. Listen to yourself.”