Instant Kill Novels & Stories

With his green eyes filled with contempt and his left hand holding a gun. I stay frozen to my ground as he makes his way towards me. I can’t scream and time seems to have come to a halt as he kept striding towards me. My body starts shaking violently and before he can fully reach me, I lift my right hand which was holding a black gun, and without thinking I shoot him right in the head. But to my horror, he still keeps coming at me with blood trickling down his face and when he finally reaches me, my eyes widen in horror and I open my mouth to scream but he places a hand on my mouth and says “Bitch it’s time to pay for my death” right before he stabs me in the back.

But first I’m going to write our rules down. I took a notepad from the window-ledge and spoke as I wrote: Sultan rule. Call ‘Sultan’ if one of us is about to hide the truth from the other. Emancipation rule. Call ‘Brave New World,’ Every time we create a bit more freedom and self-empowerment.

He sent a double wave kick at me—a deceptive combination that momentarily toyed with my defenses before his foot lashed out in an incredibly fast follow-up, raising the available dust around us as I blocked the blow with my arm. A double wave kick is a unique technique where he launches at my shoulder, holds it midway, and then releases it to hit me, yet it remains incredibly fast despite the brief pause, showcasing his impressive speed. "Not bad. I just came to check you out," he remarked, a wild grin spreading across his face.

The imperial steel didn't melt; it turned a blinding, radiant white-hot, transferring the immense thermal energy directly into Killian’s collarbone and down into the dead, frozen nerves of his left side. The sudden, brutal thermal shock acted like a lightning strike to his dormant nervous system. The slate-grey flesh of his left shoulder violently convulsed, the frozen muscles cracking open as the blood rushed back into the dead tissue with a localized, agonizing roar of returning life. Killian’s left hand, dead for weeks, suddenly twitched. His scarred fingers curled into a fist, crushing the green marble beneath him into dust. "Fourteen seconds," Vane’s voice cracked slightly for the first

They are going to delay us till their backup arrives. "Killed them," I ordered my team. The charge against the four men was made without hesitation. An arrow whooshes past my face and lodges in the forehead of one soldier. Michael slashed another one with his short knife and finally stabbed him in multiple places. Both Manual and Favor had also twisted their opponents' necks and broken their bones. I smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the damage we had done. My team was indeed incredible, faster, and swifter than I could ever have imagined. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to accept them.

Quickstep said to the system. "Negative, host. Zero Tiered existences and creation cannot be anymore be used to transmogrify once sold to the system," the system responded to Quickstep. "Okay. I'm so slow. Is there any fast animals around these parts?" Quickstep asked the system. "Affirmative, host. The fastest animal near your location is just 5 minutes from here," the system replied to Quickstep. "Good. Lead the way," Quickstep said to the system.

Nasir stroked his beard and said. “What do you mean?” Camila asked. Knowing a skill’s cooldown was highly important in order to defeat its user. “We know that as long as we attack within two seconds of each other and get it right, he will die. What is the point of knowing his skill’s cooldown when he’s dead?” Nasir shrugged and explained. “That’s true. We must get this right then.” Camila assented “Let’s go,” Nasir stated as he hoisted his giant hammer and jumped into the air.

She gasped sharply, eyes wide with shock. The phone started ringing again, loud and piercing. We both looked down at the same time. Same number. I locked eyes with her, my voice ice-cold and deadly serious. “Pick it up,” I demanded. “Loudspeaker. Right fucking now.”

I could have crippled him completely, ensuring that he could not take the exam. However, at the last moment, I held back without even realizing it. If I made another mistake in that life, in the next rebirth, I could completely become a puppet of the plot, just like the other side characters, sacrificing everything for the happy ending of Rachel and Timothy. With that thought, I decided to strike at Rachel. "Rachel Sharp. Do you know the values of the Faraday constant and the Boltzmann constant?" Rachel gave me a blank and perplexed look.

he whispers, trying to swat my hand away. Suddenly, the blue light of the system flashes a blinding, violent crimson, a fresh message popping up directly across my field of vision with a low, digital chime: [BOND INITIALIZED. SYNC AT 10%.] [SYSTEM RESTRICTION ACTIVATED: HOST AND ALLY CANNOT EXCEED A 30-METER RADIUS UNTIL SYNC REACHES 100%.] [PENALTY FOR VIOLATION: IMMEDIATE INSTANCE TERMINATION.] I blink, my mind stalling. Instance termination? That means death.