Kill Pop Novels & Stories

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

The impact felt light, but the burst of energy that followed was exhilarating. "Oh, fuck…" I heard Calvel curse, and I looked in front of me. "Oh, fuck," I repeated, staring at the empty place on the mat where Hunter stood just a few seconds ago. Now he was lying several feet away, trying to stand up, his hand rubbing his stomach in the place where I punched him. Calvel burst into laughter. "See?! I was right!" Then he stepped closer and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Now, I will show you how to properly kick a vampire's ass!"

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

Out of fear of unwanted incidents, Kayson waited until the members of the sixth division were there before he left. The person who arrived was Keith. Kayson tapped his shoulder and said, “The sixth division shall claim the meritorious service.” Keith was astounded. Then, he walked over to take a look and inhaled sharply at once. “That’s Poison Pop!” Keith was shocked beyond comparison because that would be a huge meritorious service. The headquarters offered a rather handsome reward for the bounty of this man. Poison Pop had killed many Admiralporium captains, grandmasters, and pre-celestial fighters. Yet, he ended up being killed by Kayson.

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.

Their own pup isn't even born yet. [I heard that they're not on good terms recently.] As I was about to close the page, a direct message popped up. The sender was Riley. I clicked on it. It was a holographic projection.

She answered him. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a few men rushing towards them – they all were ready to shoot at them, but Piper acted quickly. She shot down two of them, but there were two more and she ran out of bullets. She cursed under her breath, but before panic could set in her – Kai shot the other two down – without even looking at them. He didn’t even have to shoot multiple times. He aimed directly at them while his eyes were still on her, and shot them directly in the head.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.