Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.

And then I had been sent to the sanitarium. That night, after I had been violated, the bleeding wouldn't stop. I thought it was from tearing, but it turned out that I once had a child with Noah. I broke into wild, hysterical laughter. "Noah, you murderer! It was you! You killed our child!" His eyes went red, his face blank with shock. "Sadie, what are you talking about?" I yanked out the IV needle, staggered barefoot off the bed, and hurled anything I could grab at him. The doctor shouted for help, "Orderlies! Restrain her!"

“What are you talking about?” “Bolton said he would give me the name if I broke it off with her.” “Who put the hit on Killian?” he asked. I nodded. “And said he would help me handle it.” Axel gave a long sigh. “And you believed him?” “He knows what will happen if he crosses me.” “He already crossed you, Theo,” he snapped. “You’re already trying to kill each other.” “It’s done, Axel.” He shook his head. “Theo, Killian is dead. Been dead awhile now. You need to focus on the life you still have. Whether his bones rest in the cemetery or the bottom of the ocean doesn’t change the fact that he’s not coming back.”

Killan delivered a powerful strike, sending the Alpha hurtling backwards and causing his seat to topple over in tandem. A stir erupted within their assembly as the opposing side's Beta sprang into action, mirroring the swift response of the Sun Forest Pack's own Beta. Their eyes locked in a fierce gaze as low growls rumbled from deep within their chests. The tension between them was palpable, each one daring the other to make the first move. "F*ck you! Whoever insults my mate, I will murder them! You will eat everything you say when your mate becomes homosexual!" Killan's voice echoed through the room as he directed his fury towards the Alpha, who lay barely conscious before him.

They love how they split their heads or how they let their blood gush onto their bodies before they kill them. They inhale the essence of the fear in their enemies’ eyes. And finally, they reach their destination where the kingdom hides Alpha Alaric and his strongest men. It doesn’t take the triplets any time to kill off the men who came for them first. “This is a flawless victory, brothers.” Kyle chuckles as he crushes a man till his bones break out of his skin and throws him away like he’s just crushed a piece of paper. “I know, right?” Speaks Kieran next, yanking one’s heart from his chest.

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.

I touched its head and I cut it off with the blood splashing all over me . It felt so refreshing watching the animals die ,the way I killed it that way ,that was exactly how I am going to kill all of my enemies .

she went on, “mean you keep doing things she doesn’t like—breaking assets out, sabotaging nodes, cozying up to her enemies—and each action nudges a set of internal flags. You cross enough lines, fast enough, and the system is authorized to fire without her direct input. Autokill. “And proximity / coupling…” Aria trailed off. “That’s the fun one.” “Fun,” Lys echoed. “Three ways to die,” she added after a beat. “One button. One mistake. Or one person too close.” Aria didn’t argue. “Proximity,” Lys said. “You’re guessing. Tell me you’re guessing.” “I wish I were,” Aria said. “I’m not.” A second schematic appeared beside the first: a stylized outline of a human figure, different from Lys—broader

I search about and collect the discarded silver knife, along with a vial of the drug, then return to the flailing Cockatrice. “Believe me, I know how hard it is to kill a myth,” I explained calmly, standing on the child-killer’s arms, “but there’s one thing I have learnt.” I dip the knife in the vial, ensuring it is well coated in the venom. I kneel, grab the monster's head, and plunge the weapon into his remaining good eye. I put all my weight behind the blade as I continue, “everything can be killed—you just have to put the effort in.”

into my ears, I felt cold and wondered who the next victim was gonna be. Dave died the previous day from an asthma attack which everyone thought but I knew it wasn't. How could I tell anyone that I could see their deaths without sounding delusional? "I'm crazy, this isn't real, please don't let it be" I screamed as I found the right words to express my dilemma. She laughed hysterically and the room echoed. Touching my face, I could feel how cold her hands were as she sheepishly said "It's gonna last forever, this is a blessing don't see it as a curse, you've been blessed with a power that no one could ever imagine".