Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

I leaned closely to him just so I'd feel his breath on me. His gaze hits me, wild, startled and proud? I couldn't tell of that one. My fingers couldn't control themselves and they were already toying with his buttons. "What makes you think he'd be judged fairly?" He took my fingers on his chest, locked them with his. "Understand these people veralin. The only way out is killing them..." "Getting humilated would also do something to their ego" "Dying is the best" he suggested like all his life killing people matters. Who knew if he was the one hired to kill Urei.

The cook watched the arsonist take his seat and remembered who this person was. In the memory cocktails, Killian was someone Zen would generally fear. His abilities were too overpowered, and Zen felt that his understanding of the world was too small. Killian had the nickname “Match”, and it was extremely befitting with his ability to set anything he touches on fire. He was a human match, and Zen couldn’t understand how he did it. It was like watching the most horrifying magic tricks as Killian burned his opponents alive. Akiko looked at the terrified crowd in her room and decided that it was a good time for a round of self-introduction. Dogs had to be taught who the owners were, and she sent

If one was not compatible enough, they could try going through the Killing Illusion Array and needed to pass six stages for the pass. This guy only had a 20% compatibility, yet he still wanted to try his luck on the Killing Illusion Array?! Case refused to believe that guy would be successful. He did not even think about it, but the guy actually used that against him, much to his anger. He started to pant as he looked at Fane intensely. He wanted to rip Fane apart.

Killian roared, the sound of his voice vibrating in the small chamber even without his Alpha resonance. ​He didn't wait for a tactical plan or a signal from me. He lunged at Vane with the primal speed of a hunter, but the Iron King wasn't as fragile as his elderly frame suggested. Vane moved with a mechanical, jerky speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human in a Dead Zone, dodging Killian’s strike with an unnatural fluidity. Before Killian could reset his stance, Vane drove a concealed, high-voltage taser into the Alpha’s side. The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony.

Then, he began burying her alive. "Goodness! What's happening? Isn't that the Alpha's beloved adopted daughter?" "Did Raeya kill Loveta? I can't believe it!" Ignoring their murmurs, Maxim howled as he performed my funeral ritual. When the funeral ended and the pack members began returning to pack grounds, Maxim, Ethan, and Aidan stood before my tombstone. They drew sharp silver daggers and plunged them into their bodies. "Don't be afraid, Loveta. We're coming with you!"

6 DARRAGH “H oly. Fucking. Fate. Is he ripping its spine out?” The young male that Killian brought with him whispers under his breath, but there’s nothing wrong with my ears. I am ripping its spine out. Actually, I’m cracking it apart, vertebrae by vertebrae, and pitching the bones as far as I can in opposite directions. That’s how you kill this thing. If it can be killed.

“Doesn't it bother you that we killed people?” We? I looked at her and sighed. “No. It doesn't.” I responded honestly. I don't regret doing it.“You killed innocent people!” She whined. Any minute now, she might cry. “Cleary you need to improve your vocabulary because you don't know the meaning of innocent.” I say to her. She swallow hard. She's too fragile. I shouldn't have went forth with this marriage. “I killed Tom and it doesn’t bother me.” She says without moving her eyes from mine.

His dead left arm hung like a discarded anchor of grey slate, the split skin along his shoulder weeping a thick, dark icor that froze before it hit the marble. The remaining vanguard private didn't hesitate for the counselor’s commentary. With a low, guttural grunt behind his featureless iron visor, he drove the shortsword down. He didn't aim for a clean kill. He aimed for the raw, unarmored space between Killian's neck guard and his clavicle—a brutal, full-weight plunge designed to pin the Alpha to the bedrock like a beast on a board. "Killian!" The scream tore through my blistered throat, spitting a spray of fresh crimson onto my collarbone.

This woman's trying to abort me? [Idiot! I have the system's Pregnancy Shield—if she tries to get rid of me, she'll die first!] [She better not ruin my chance to become the top-ranked baby in the Ultimate Family Mission!] Ultimate Family Mission? It was a mission made for underage players, where you were judged on how well you could build a perfect family. So he wanted to kill me… just so Ethan Kingsley and his real mom could be together again? A mix of anger and helplessness washed over me.