Kill Shot Book Novels & Stories

“Someone went through the trouble of killing them, they must be relevant to something and whoever did this is highly skilled” “How do you know that?” “For one; the way this hit was carried out, it was very precise no wasted motions or bullets. See how every body has just one bullet in it?” he asked, pointing at the bodies… “They have mostly headshot wounds, making sure that none of them would survive. I do not think this hit was carried out by a group of persons; I think only one man killed them all” “That is a really farfetched theory” His partner muttered skeptically

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

“And because you deserve to hear it from me directly, not through a file, not through a DNA report, not through anyone else’s careful management of what you’re allowed to know.” The gunfire erupted again suddenly, closer now, and Cross shoved me hard toward the bookshelf, toward the exit he’d pointed to moments earlier. “Go,” he said. “Now, Milly, please.” I stumbled backward, my hand still clutching the flash drive, and turned to look back at him one final time. That was when the shot took him. I watched it happen in a horrible, fractured slow motion, a dark stain blooming instantly across his chest, his body jolting backward from the impact, his eyes going wide with shock as he collapsed a

"You made command decisions under pressure. You held a position against overwhelming odds long enough for reinforcements to arrive. That's not 'just shooting things.'" Shawn was quiet for a moment, still staring at his hands. "I killed a lot of people today," he said quietly. "I know they were enemies, I know they were trying to hurt students, but I still—I vaporized them. Made them stop existing. That's—" His voice broke slightly.

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

One still clutched a hunting knife in stiff fingers while canned soup lay scattered across the floor around them. Food. They killed each other over food already. Rowan stared down at the bodies silently before speaking. “Three shots.” Evelyn looked toward him. “What?” “The shooter fired three times.” Rowan nodded toward the shelves behind the bodies. “Missed once.” She followed his gaze and spotted the bullet hole buried in a cereal display. Her stomach tightened slightly. Of course, Rowan noticed that immediately. The world was becoming more dangerous by the hour. And Rowan moved through it like someone who already understood exactly how ugly survival could get.

He was placing a lethal weapon directly into my hands. I took a deep, shaky breath. I held it in my lungs. I squeezed the trigger. The gun fired. A massive, concussive crack echoed through the clearing, vibrating straight through the heavy earmuffs. The heavy metal kicked violently upward in my hands. The sudden, explosive recoil threw my weight backward. I slammed directly into Killian’s solid chest. He did not budge an inch. His arms remained completely steady around me, absorbing the violent shock of the weapon and keeping me entirely on my feet. The sharp, acrid smell of burnt gunpowder flooded my nose.

Sliding to her knees, she held the Korth revolver, known for it’s precision, steady as she shut one eye and concentrated on the man, shutting out every other sound and movement. Then, Hila Zaidi fired.

The Shadows had come prepared, but they weren’t fucking ready for what I was about to do to them. Kirill was the first to take down one of the bastards, a clean shot to the temple. The body hit the ground with a sickening thud, blood pooling beneath him. But we didn’t have time to celebrate—three more men emerged from the shadows, firing blindly. I ducked, my instincts sharper than ever, narrowly avoiding the barrage of bullets as I drew my Glock from its holster. In one swift motion, I aimed and fired—two quick, precise shots. One bullet tore through a man’s kneecap, sending him crumpling to the floor, screaming.

There was definitely something strange about this human but shaking his head he said, “Don’t try to waste my time and get on with the fighting.” “Too bad you could have lived,” saying that Vevina at once aimed her gun at him and fired at his head. This wasn’t much and dodging the bullet Jeivel came at her making her shoot two more bullets of which the second one hit him on his hind leg making him groan at the pain it brought.