Instant Kill Novels & Stories

The bell rang, followed by music again. Slam shot at me imminently. I swear to God, I almost pissed myself. He looked like he was a psycho killer about to skin me alive. I threw myself on the ground and rolled a few feet before popping back up on the balls of my feet. Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile.

Marcus stumbled backward, his shoulders hitting the mattress. The woman's hands pressed against his chest, pinning him there. Her perfume—something sweet and seductive, filled his nostrils. His fingers moved toward her hips. She stopped them, pressing one manicured finger on his lips with the corners of her mouth curved upward. "I have a surprise for you." She winked. Her tongue leaked her bottom lip in a slow and deliberate way. Heat flooded Marcus's face. His pulse hammered in his temples, as he kept breathing fast. "You are going to kill me," he said, the words coming out breathless. "Heart attack. Right here. My blood pressure—"

With that, she slammed the door shut. I stared coldly at the door, pulled out my phone, and opened a forum I often visited. I found an old thread of mine that had once gone viral and left a simple message. "I'm back." The moment it was posted, replies flooded in like a tidal wave. "Finally! Where have you been for the past half year? You promised to come and challenge us in painting!" "Seriously! We've waited for years to see you in person. We have to meet you!"

He drew a sharp, straight violet line piercing directly through the center of the entire diagram. "I enter Mode One: Overclock," Baraka detailed, the air around him beginning to subtly vibrate with latent kinetic energy. "I use the superhuman velocity to bypass their defenses in a fraction of a second. Jabari drops his hold, Musa drops the water shield, and I deliver a hyper-concentrated kinetic strike directly to the Hound’s central nervous system."

Callum whispered beside me, recognizing the name. There was a pause on the line. “Ana is dead.” I didn’t even feel the phone slip from my fingers. My blood ran cold, goosebumps prickling across my skin. The world blurred around me as those words echoed in my skull What the fuck.

Lifting her eyes to meet his, she asked quietly, "You really want me to drink this, My love?" She locked her gaze on him, searching for any flicker of hesitation, any hint of guilt. But Marco simply raised his own wine glass, his expression genial. "Happy birthday, Isa," he echoed, and downed his drink in one gulp. Isabella's heart clenched, a cold knot of heart break. She slowly raised the glass to her lips—but in the very next second, her hand slipped. The glass crashed to the floor, shattering with a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the nearby conversations.

You are doing too much, K, but I love it. I hit send before I could second-guess the nickname. One second passed. Two. I stared at the screen, frowning faintly. He always replied instantly—it was practically his personality at this point. Dominic had actually even witnessed it firsthand, told me about it while teasing me: Killian, mid-sentence in a high-level boardroom presentation, pausing entirely the moment his phone lit up with my name, stepping back from the table to reply while an entire row of executives blinked at each other in stunned silence.

Such speed could be considered at the level of the Mortal Zenith stage. In just a split second, a ray of light hit the front of Andrius.

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.