Kill Me Now Book Novels & Stories

“I thought watching him suffer would heal something inside me.” My fingers curled slowly against my sleeves. “But it doesn’t.” Because no amount of suffering could erase: thirty-six dead children, seven years of manipulation, the terror of dying by his hands, or the way he left me trapped inside that fire. Nothing could undo that. Kaelen looked at me quietly for a long moment. Then slowly, his hand brushed against mine, warm and steady. And somehow that comforted me more than words could. Behind us, I heard glass shatter suddenly.

It seems their house was the last one left to kill and her blood boiled at the realization that the old people of the town has been murdered. “Well, it seems I finally got my answer,” Kyle said with an evil smile and his eyes fell to the side to see the others whose eyes were filled with horror when they saw the body lying on the floor. Kyle continued, “So after many years, the Blackburn finally resurfaced, but with something interesting. Is it true that one among you is going to bring an end to us? To our immortality?” he questioned.

“You could talk to Silas. Convince him. Or—you could help me steal some of his sperm from the hospital. Just one vial. This time, I’ll make everything perfect. No more mistakes.” Her words were mad. Utterly mad. And for the first time, I realized just how far Lila was willing to fall. “Sorry. I can’t.” For Lucien. For the fragile, beautiful new life growing inside me. For the peace I had carved out of chaos. Besides, I owed Lila nothing. Especially not after she had killed me once, out of nothing more than jealousy. The memory alone made me want to watch her drown in her own misery. And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart.

I held my gown, the same gown I had worn on my eighteenth birthday and rushed towards him but he was bleeding and his body had gone cold “Killian?" I shook him “Killian wake up!" ‘Everything is going to rumble because of you’ a husky voice in my head. I looked around and how the fire had killed so many people. I turned to my left and there was Clara, laying lifeless beside Ivy. “Noo" I cried out, I looked down at my hands and they were bloody, Killain's blood. Then all of a sudden neck from within. ‘you are an abomination, you don't belong anywhere. You are the reason why innocent lives have to end and you will also be the reason a new race will begin.’ the dark voice echoed louder and the f

I was just a girl who loved him. "If you're going to kill me, look at me while you do it," I said, my voice steady despite the shaking in my knees. "Don't look at the 'Origin.' Look at Kaima. Look at the girl who was rejected by everyone else but you." The black sword trembled. The air around it began to crackle with purple sparks. Rowan’s head tilted, the mechanical jerkiness slowing down. ***"Strike!"*** the Elders roared, their voices shaking the entire chamber. ***"Do... not... hesitate! Kill... the... error!"***

A shiver ran through me… It was the system! A surge of excitement flooded my heart as the voice continued. [Do you want to end the mission and leave this world?] "Leave and go back to that place? And let those two scum stay happy? "Over my dead body." I sneered. "System, show me everything you've got!" I picked everything I needed. Suddenly, a sharp, tearing pain ripped through my belly. [Finally! I'm coming into the world! Mom and Dad, here I come!]

"You said 'past life'? Are you reborn too?" "Yes. I've been reborn." Mikhail turned to face me, his eyes unwavering. "In the past life, Sophia killed herself not long after our marriage. The world believed I had abused her. But the truth is, she found my room filled with your photos and ended her life out of shame and rage. "I've loved you across two lifetimes, Emma. This time, I won't let the chance slip away." Outside the window, snow fell in soft sheets, blanketing Droskav in a white blanket.

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

I said proudly. Isaiah and Rory are looking at Thalia, clearly impressed. “How did you kill six by yourself girl?” Rory asked. “With my knives.” She said calmly as she drank some juice. Then she turned to an omega, “Um, excuse me. Is it possible to get a regular black coffee?” “Yes, Luna, of course!” The omega said cheerfully. “So, knives?” Isaiah said. “Yeah. I was trained early on how to defend myself with knives.” “Girl, I totally want to see you in action.” Rory said.

After a long, stunned silence, she slapped herself hard across the face. "It's all my fault, Kaia. You still hate me, don't you? Hit me. I never should've treated you like that. I deserve to die..." She kept slapping herself. Again. And again. That was when I realized... I didn't feel much anymore. No satisfaction. No anger over dying so young. Not even happiness at seeing Mom again. My connection to this world had faded. "Mom." My voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't blame you. But... I don't love you anymore."