Kill Shot Book Novels & Stories

“If you don’t proceed, I can’t promise you that I won’t tell others your secret. If you want to keep everything a secret, you're going to kill me. Kill me because I know your darkest secret.” His words seemed to turn into knives that was ready to stab me at any moment. I feared the possibility that he would tell others what he knew. Because of what he said I tightened my grip on the knife even more. No one else can know my secret. I stared at George and for a few moments I stabbed him in the chest as he lay down. He complained of pain but after a while he lost his breath. I only did one stab and I didn't do it again because I did it against my will. I didn't want to kill him but that's what

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.

The island shouted back with wind and rising thunder. Kiera looked up. A man-shaped shadow moved along the edge. Mask. White headlamp burning a hole in the dark. Not a wolf. A Hunter. He knelt, sighting along a rifle. The barrel tracked the narrow shelf where Ronan shielded her. Kiera’s breath inverted. Her mind reached before thought did. The air between the barrel and them thickened, dense as syrup. The shot cracked. The bullet hit the pressure and slowed the way a hand slows in honey. It tumbled and fell into the river like a bead of metal rain.

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.

he asked. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. I haven't even seen him in a while." I swallowed. "I found.. a book, a book in Sebastian's library. It contained.. profiles. Photographs of people who had already died. Dead. With notes in there, and all killed." He looked at me like he was really listening to me. "On the very last page, there's Killian's profile," I swallowed. "He was targeted." "You're worried about Killian?"

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

“You won’t.” The first strike came in the form of awareness: Trevon’s crew appeared from the surrounding alleys, thinking they could intimidate her, thinking she’d be caught off guard. But she had anticipated this. Dee and Aire moved as one, fluid and precise, stepping back into the shadows, using cover, positioning themselves so that every move counted. Trevon’s men hesitated, realizing too late that the girl they thought they could scare was gone. In her place was someone sharp, strategic, lethal in her calm.