Kill The Evil Man Novels & Stories

“Now you die.” One man began to shift, fur bursting through his skin. Killian moved faster. His claws ripped the man’s throat before the change finished. Blood sprayed the leaves. The body fell, twitching, then still. Aeris covered his mouth. His stomach turned. “Run!” the woman screamed at the last man. They barely took two steps. Killian grabbed him by the spine and snapped it with one brutal jerk. The scream haunted Aeris forever. Killian tore into the man, cold, ruthless, efficient.

There are moments in life that stop you completely. Not the loud dramatic ones, not the ones with alarms and broken locks and men sneaking through east wing corridors in the dark. The quiet ones. The ones where a single sentence lands in the middle of a room and changes the shape of everything around it. This was one of those moments. Damien said it again, slower this time, like he was testing the words to make sure they were real. "I do not have a brother." Marcus held the phone away from his ear and looked at it briefly, the way people look at things that are not behaving the way they should. Then he put it back. "Security says the man at the gate is claiming his name is Daniel Voss, sir.

“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” “True, on the surface it sounds like that. But I told you about the curse and being near death.” His eyes got sad and he absently shook his head. “There are things worse than your own death, Pup,” he said sadly. “It doesn’t matter the method, evil is evil. We’re forced to do things that we don’t want to do. Things we don’t think are the right thing to do, but they’re right at the time.”

He was face to face with a man whose eyes were red and filled with madness with his claws out, ready to reap a life. “WHO SENT YOU?” Seven growled before throwing a punch in the man’s face. “You don’t deserve to know.” The man let out a maniacal laugh, not in the slightest bit worried about the blood that was dripping from his nose. “I will only tell you over my dead body.” “Then you can say hello to the devil on my behalf.” Seven swiftly clawed out the man’s throat followed by his heart to ensure that he remained dead. After that display of madness, his face reverted to being cold and expressionless like he had not killed a man a few seconds ago.

“Take out knees. No mercy.” The men split. Killian surged forward like a bullet, rolling low and coming up with a sidearm. One shot. Two. The first man went down with a grunt. The second flinched but tried to retaliate. A shot cracked from behind—Killian’s backup had his six. Only one enemy remained. Killian vaulted a cart and slammed into him, both tumbling to the floor. “Why now?” Killian snarled, kneeing the man in the chest. “Why not wait till Declan and Nikolai actually died?”

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

Her gaze locked on the tattoo, and her face went deathly pale. “Looks familiar?” I asked, my voice low. She nodded desperately, over and over, then slowly looked up at me. Pure dread filled her eyes. “He’s not the same person,” she whispered, still staring at the photo. “He’s not?” I asked, confused. “Yes… He is Damien Vale but… a different Damien Vale.” Her voice shook violently. “And… it’s the same tattoo from the cartel clique I told you about. My mom’s Damien didn’t have that.”

If he had known it, he would have taken up the job for tonight. ‘He seemed to be the God of War? ‘You can’t kill the God of War. You would just throw your lives away!’ Unfortunately, the rascal next to him did not know anything. After all, he did not participate in the last ‘fight’. He pointed at Thomas with a baseball bat, “You little bastard, today Mr. Evans is here, and you are sure to be dead soon! Now I am giving you a chance to kneel down and help Mr. Evans to lick his shoes, and I shall leave your corpse intact.”

(Drags out the man's tongue and divides it with the blunt shears then proceeds to strangle him with a string. Jeremy: (Leans towards the ear of the dying man) I am the devil that sends Men like you to hell. Safe a spot for my father, will you? (Rips out his earlobe with his teeth...) I look away as he finishes the kill and two males enter the room, their backs to the camera. Male: This is not your style, Kila. (Releases the dead body from the chains) “That's Junev!” Ken exclaims at the sight of the male.