Instant Kill Novels & Stories

A feeling of sharp pain invades my body at the speed of light, I stiffen and narrow my eyes at him, holding back screams of frustration. So it was some sort of trap. I’m going to kill the fucking bastard!

With great intent and urgency to keep us intact, I once again realize another fatal mistake, and that is what is about to be the true thing that is incoming. It comes even faster, and it comes even with great force. I see the front of a missile gun; I see the fire igniting as it leaves the barrel. With what is almost the slowest, but actually the fastest speed, I watch as the missile travel with perfect precision through the air, and BANG. We are hit straight on.

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.

Ben whined. “Oh, stop being babies. It’s one shot. It won’t kill you.” “Are you sure?” Baylee asked, standing on her chair to sniff mine. “’Cause this doesn’t seem natural.” “Just drink the damn thing!” Vincent barked. Groaning, we all downed it in one gulp. I nearly vomited it back up but forced it down with a swig of scalding coffee, hoping to burn the taste out of my mouth. “Once you guys get shot, your body will react how it normally would—your heart will stop instantly. You’ll pass out,” Vincent said.

It wasn't designed for a clean kill, it was designed for a lesson. Vane surged forward, his shoulder nearly brushing mine as he prepared to shove me into the concrete barrier of the next hairpin turn. I didn't give him the chance. I leveled the barrel at his thigh and squeezed the trigger. There was only a high-frequency hiss. The pressurized dart pierced his leather suit, delivering a concentrated pulse directly into his nervous system. It was instantaneous.

Maybe they went and saw. While | was walking to first period, a group of guys checked me out shamelessly and | frowned. | walked over to a group of girls and they all stopped their talking to stare at me like | was famous. "Can one of you tell me why everyone's staring?" | asked impatiently. One girl pulled out her phone in the speed of lightning and started to tap away quickly. The other's just stared in... awe? The girl with the phone suddenly pushed the phone into my face and | stared at it. Shit.

Too slow for me. Straight toward Alexis. Mistake. Big mistake. I don’t move. Not yet. Because I don’t need to. Alexis does. And the moment he gets close She turns. Fast. Precise. Deadly. Her hand lifts. Barely. It happens. No explosion. No dramatic flare. Just ash. Instant. Clean. He’s gone before he even realizes what happened. The others don’t hesitate. Good. At least they’re not completely useless. They move.

A 90-minute countdown timer appeared in front of us, glowing with intensely unsettling stark red digits like a death sentence. Someone finally snapped and shouted at the system, "What do you want from us? Why did you trap us here?" The system didn't answer, but the questioning shouts continued, "Why did they die? Why are they dead? You only said we'd die if we fail the game, but you never said King Ragnar would kill us!" Still, the system said nothing. "I quit! I'm done! I'm going home!" another yelled. That was when the system finally responded, "Player 18, do you confirm to exit the game? Your body outside the game world is dead. Exiting before the atonement is completed will result in imm

"How do we kill it?" "The next sync hits at dawn," Noah said, his fingers hovering over the keys. "I’ve got a phantom script ready. The phone carries it in, the laptop unpacks it, and we own his credentials." "How long do you have?" Lina asked. "Twelve seconds. After that, the handshake closes and their security wakes up." "Twelve seconds to win a war?" "Twelve seconds is a lifetime for a pro," Noah shot back. "I’ll have his entire server on a drive before he even finishes his first sip of coffee."

Tariq huffs. "I’m not poisoning him, it’s a rapid neurological intervention. A synthetic peptide. Colorless, odorless, vaporizes cleanly." "How fast does it work?" I ask. "Once inhaled, it crosses the blood-brain barrier in about four seconds," Tariq says. "It triggers a massive, localized ischemic stroke. He will drop the pen, lose consciousness, and die of brain death within three minutes. To the local coroner, it will look exactly like an aneurysm."