Instant Kill Novels & Stories

she commented as he took a ponytail holder that was on his wrist and swept his hair to the back. War might as well tell her the truth. She was too weak to get up and run. Too injured. "I am going to kill you. I'll be quick." Her eyes widened and before she had the chance to say anything, he pounced. War made quick work of snapping her fragile neck, the sound of the spine severing with the lead. He closed his eyes and listened and waited for her death to come. People automatically thought snapping or twisting someone neck killed them instantly but it took a few seconds to a few minutes for them to actually die.

I was killing her. I don’t know why I didn’t let go when she was wiggling; I didn’t know I was adding another number to my list. I didn’t mean to kill her. When I finally let go of her, she motionlessly fell on the floor. I was alarmed because I still expected her to fight but she was not moving. I didn’t know I had just killed her. I checked her pulse and there was none. My whole body froze, my head spun, and I lost consciousness.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

It was clear he died instantly. Mang Damar smiled, recognizing the Shadowless Fist. It was a fast, precise technique that drained a lot of energy. Anyone hit by it died on the spot—the muscles, nerves, and organs would rupture like they’d been smashed from the inside, killing them instantly. ‘Jagat Trengginas’s student is incredible,’ Mang Damar thought. Hyat! The clash of swords kept ringing out. Not wanting to lose, Kayana channeled her inner energy and kicked her opponent so hard he was sent flying.

(RED SKY) BURN alive by lighting a candle that suddenly engulfs a person upon contact and fast. A poison that is quietly sent upon and down to the mouth of the sleeping victim. A drink poison without anyone’s knowledge as it killed everyone dining. Worst and silently, a poison gas spread through the air and killed everyone in seconds. The assassins are on the move, seven to be exact as the ones elite to the creed are sent to finish the job within an hour.

“One life for one life.” Killian’s grip tightened around my arm. “You take one more step toward her,” he warned lowly, “and there is no coming back from it.” The sea roared back to life suddenly, the illusion wavering for just a split second. I reached into the pouch at my belt and flung a fistful of finely crushed charcoal straight into Killian’s eyes before he could anticipate the move. The dark powder exploded across his vision, and he staggered backward, momentarily blinded as he tried to wave the grit away.

Her grandmother’s death, sudden and unspoken, lingered like a final secret left untold. Demika shivers as she catches the faint glow of the clock—11:59. The minute hand inches forward, sealing her fate. And with the chime of midnight, the power strikes, a surge of violent energy that slams into her with the force of a tidal wave, knocking the breath from her lungs and igniting her veins with a searing, blinding heat. This is no gentle awakening, no quiet unfolding of power. This is an eruption—a fremescent rush that tears through her flesh and bone, seizing her heart and mind in a vise-like grip.

He asked them harder. “Do you understand what I'm talking about?” he asked, and they nodded. "Good, it means she is off-limit. Tell everyone that knows everyone, Chloe Miller is off-limit. No one as much as looks at her, not to talk of asking her out or trying to score with her.” He said, releasing his hold on them. "You hear me?” he asked, gripping Dilan now. When they nodded, he focused entirely on the idiot he was holding, and then he punched him square in the face. He surely deserved that. "That's for calling me an ass.”

Unblemished. "U-Us?" I was shocked because he suddenly appeared out of the blue. "If they want to have a race, then I have a deal for you. We'll be going to walk slowly until we can't attend our class. Whoever goes first will have a consequence. Are you in?" "Umm—"