I Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

“You’ve ruled with blood and lies. You pitted us against each other. You buried your own son. And you forced me to become someone I never wanted to be.” Then I turned to Luka. “And you... you let your pain drive you into the same cycle of violence. You let revenge define your return.” I stepped forward. “I’m ending it.” I pulled the gun from my waistband and tossed it to the ground between them. “This ends now. Or I walk away from both of you. Forever.” No one moved. The silence felt eternal. And then—Viktor lunged. Not at Luka. At me. A flash of metal in his hand.

That was something deeper, something drilled into me. A killer’s grace. “What am I?” I whispered. Kelly didn’t answer. --- Back in my room, I sat on the windowsill, moonlight soaking into my skin. My hands still trembled. I didn’t remember my name. But I knew how to incapacitate a full-grown man in five seconds. And worse, when I’d struck that dummy, I’d liked it. What kind of person finds comfort in violence? My breath hitched. There were no answers. Only questions. And a name that didn’t belong to me but echoed in my head nonetheless:

If they could not accept me, then they should learn to fear me. They did not need someone to tell them that I had just killed someone. Although I had a smile on my face, everything within me was screaming anger, bitterness, and frustration. My eyes heavy from unshed tears and screams. Immediately I got into my house. I walked towards my room and shut the door behind me. I walked towards my fake vision board that was filled with a doctor's dream. But I would never be a doctor. I would never be valuable. Guess that was why I chose to be an assassin since I could not save lives; I ended up taking lives.

"You know that I'm not too fond of you. Why do you think I will help you?" I leaned forward and locked my eyes on him. "I'm tired, Holden. And when I'm tired and someone's trying to make things harder for me, then I use violence. I hate using violence, but I hate being lied to even more. I'm quite sorry to announce that you have just become my victim. You can either help me save this fucking pack and save yourself, or you can help me let off some steam... The latter you won't survive. Your choice." A peal of laughter escaped his throat. "I didn't expect to hear a threat from you." His mouth spread into a wicked grin. "I like it."

"Ahhh..." A blood-curdling scream pierced the quiet morning air. Layla slowly woke up, frowning at the panicked Liam. "Why are you screaming? Shut up. If anyone should be screaming, it's me, not you. You're a grown man; why are you screaming?" Liam pointed incredulously at Layla, then at himself. "You... you... I..." Layla leaned back against the bed, looking at Liam with a calm gaze. "Haven't you heard of a one-night stand at your age?"

A bulky bearded man from the enemies was about to shoot me but i was faster than his reflexes, i shot him first in the head. His face looked disturbing though, blood splashed from his head and they all poured on me. My body stiffened, i badly wanted to scream but i couldn't seem to find my voice. "Keep going!" Until a tap pulled me back to my senses. It was from Athena. She nodded at me, looking proud at what i did. This is extreme violence, not even my thing. But ever since i let Lorcan enter my life, violence never left my side anymore so i realized this is the time to break the norm.

The death match Milo POV “Rise and shine, time to shed some blood!" The first thing that woke me up from my sleep was an irritating voice that boomed in my head, further increasing the migraine that wanted to split my head into half, like someone was hammering nails into my skull. I gritted my teeth, my eyelashes fluttering weakly. I didn’t in any way want to get up, but then, as if waiting for the right moment, I cracked open my eyelids …

I balled my hands into fists as one began to advance on me, and for the first time in what felt like years, I took pleasure in throwing the first punch, as I heard a sound that sounded like a cracked nose, I smiled to myself happily. "devil's spurn." one of the other men crooned and advanced toward me. I ducked so that he only reached for air, and then killed him in his balls. He screeched like a girl and his knees buckled and I wondered who it was that said that violence was never the best option. It certainly was, when you needed to defend yourself.

Piper's fingers wildly moved against her rings, and I took note of that before I turned around to leave. Before joining the web, I was never the king to get directly involved with violence. I never really had the stomach for killing without a second thought. But after joining the web, I was exposed to the utmost violence it could provide, and after almost losing my life to the fire that calmed my family's mansion and half of my body, violence built a home in my heart. It started with the desire to kill that woman who tricked me, and when I was robbed of the chance to get my revenge, I turned my attention to others.

I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood. Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm going to give up? I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and smile to myself. "I'll fight." The words escape my lips so eagerly, you'd think I'd been waiting for this moment my whole life. But I have a real plan that I'm going to follow this time. I just hope no one catches on before it's too late to back out of my decision.