Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

The southern assassins hadn’t come to steal or threaten—they’d come to destroy everything Rhett had built. I could still hear fighting deeper inside. I followed the sound, heart pounding, until I reached the lower floor. A group of attackers had cornered three of our younger guards. I didn’t think twice. I fired at them, hitting two clean in the chest before throwing my knife into the third. When the silence finally settled again, I stood there breathing hard, surrounded by bodies. The smell of smoke and iron filled my lungs. My mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to the flash drives—to Killian, sitting alone in a cell waiting to die for a crime he never committed.

TEN Jack sprinted through two places at once. One was the dense Australian bush with its brambles and knots. The second was the room in which he’d killed the driver’s father. He could see, clearer than the dwindling day itself, the ugly carpet lining the living room floor and the old man beneath him as he bent down to bite off his lips. They came off with such ease. A scream. Coppery blood in his mouth. Euphoric victory. It was surprising how long it took to kill him. The human body was programmed to fight; a self-defeating trait, considering that in the end it was destined to give up the ghost. Given this, Jack found enjoyment in assisting someone fulfill his destiny.

I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers. I feel for a door, a window, a lock, something to confirm my entry-and highlight my exit. I find nothing on the floor or walls. Is it on the ceiling? I stand on my tip toes as my fingertips graze the ceiling. I find grooves that create the shape of a square. That must be my exit.

He leaped off the 102nd floor, diving into the storm. For a split second, he was weightless. The ground was thousands of feet below. As he fell past The Harvester’s position, mid-air, Jackson twisted his body. Time seemed to slow down. The lightning flashed. The Harvester turned his head, surprised to see a human flying past him. Their eyes met. Jackson raised his gun. The target was the cracked crystal on the alien's chest. "Get off my planet," Jackson whispered. He pulled the trigger. BANG.

The unborn baby hasn't committed any crime, so it was also his child, right? I don't know what else to say, but if anything happens to Grace, I'd fucking curse God and kill my fucking self. I blow off their heads like they were nothing because they were actually nothing to me. All I cared about now was Grace. I wanted to see her, to fucking have her with me again. “Don, if you can, search for his right-hand man. He should know where Raymond is” Jack said to me through the ear device. I made my way into the mansion as my men turned the mansion red. I love these men, they showed no mercy and killed quickly. It was like their guns were attached to their hands, they didn't miss at all. Their wea

Two massive wolves crashed into the Reapers on the left. I sprinted toward the right. The Reapers raised their weapons. I slid across the polished floor. I fired my pistol. Bang. Bang. I hit the first Reaper in the visor. The glass shattered. He went down. The second Reaper fired a beam of energy. It scorched the floor inches from my head. I rolled. I slashed his leg with my knife. I severed the tendon. He fell. I finished him with a bullet to the neck. The third Reaper grabbed me. He lifted me up. He was strong.

HR and Director reached to a place, pointing their guns towards a group of wolf who was howling, facing towards moon up in the sky. Jack's memory flashed back everything that had happened in his last birth.He could now saw the same situation,which was his last day of his parents. Jack attacked on HR and teared him with his pointed nails.When he got completely injured and he laid on the ground,Jack attacked on Director too.He pierced him into pieces.HR anyhow stood up and pointed his gun towards Jack but Jack escaped from his bullet and attacked him fiercely,teared him everywhere and killed him too. Jack went to the group and started howling with them.After that,they went back.

” Kayley ~”God baby are you okay? Jackson ~”Yes just carry on ahead.” Jackson has been hit on the side. I reach my hand to his waist, he is gushing with blood. Soon there is a second gunmen trying to block our way. Cummings ~”Get behind that wall.” Cummings pushes on ahead. Suddenly there is a loud thud. One of the shooters hits the floor. Jackson ~”Come baby.” We move on forward again, heading for the main bedroom. There is a second round of fire.

The uncertainty made me sad once more. I turned away from the window and glanced around the small one-bedroom cabin. It wasn’t built for two people; it barely had enough space for one. That raised a question—where did he sleep? The thought unsettled me. Then, as if summoned by my curiosity, I saw him through the window. Keiran Ackerman, the Gamma of the Blood Moon Pack, he was walking toward the cabin with a dead deer slung over his broad shoulders. His movements were effortless, his body moving with a lethal grace that only trained killers possessed.