Kill The Lights Novels & Stories

Everyone around them was cheering and throwing around good wishes while Betty, totally caught up in the moment, planted a huge kiss on Darren. I watched the whole thing without a flicker before responding to her. [Happy for you guys.] I blocked Betty from everything. The wolf inside me started howling in pain again. "Just hang in there," I told myself, lying there feeling all empty. "Once Darren and I took the oath in front of the Moon Goddess, the pain's gonna be history." However, Darren's call popped up before I could even catch my breath. "I'll be back tomorrow. Got the whole ceremony set up by the lake. Are you all set?"

“One life for one life.” Killian’s grip tightened around my arm. “You take one more step toward her,” he warned lowly, “and there is no coming back from it.” The sea roared back to life suddenly, the illusion wavering for just a split second. I reached into the pouch at my belt and flung a fistful of finely crushed charcoal straight into Killian’s eyes before he could anticipate the move. The dark powder exploded across his vision, and he staggered backward, momentarily blinded as he tried to wave the grit away.

Operations Death Stroke is a 2 way covert assault, aiming at the Current King of Hallerus and The Principality of Light grip on the Duke Merrica territory. In a span of 2 weeks, my force will assassinate all the nobles that were involved in the Bandit Uprising plans, which 57 families all resides in the northern Hallerus, and at the same time my troops will be entering the Principality of Light and attack it's strategic points like their fort, cathedrals.

he asked, though he assumed she meant Becky. “Extinguish the lights,” she said, pushing down on the arms of the chair with her wrinkled, claw-like hands. “It’s already dark, you crazy bitch.” He raised his Glock, needing to dispatch her so he could find Becky. She took a few cautious steps forward. “No. Extinguish the LIGHTS!”

Serena’s POV The elevator groaned once, a deep, metallic complaint from somewhere above us, and then the lights went out, plunging us into total darkness. “Fuck,” Killian muttered, his deep voice slicing through the pitch black. “This tower is supposed to have a redundant backup generator. This shouldn't be happening.” I shifted my weight, intending to lean against the handrail behind me to wait out the inevitable reset. But as I took a breath to speak, my lungs refused to cooperate.

He makes a trail leading to the door. Drakon pulls out his lighter. The silver Zippo. He hands it to me. "Your honors," he says. I take the lighter. It’s warm. I look at Nikos one last time. A heap of black leather and betrayal. "Goodbye, Nikos," I whisper. I strike the flint. The flame dances. I drop it. WHOOSH. The diesel catches. A line of blue and orange fire races across the floor. It hits the body. The flames roar up, consuming the Reaper cut, consuming the lie.

Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow. ​"There are no more credits to win," Franco smiled, a jagged, terrifying expression. "By sunrise, only two of you will remain on this island. The rest will be liquidated. And the only way to secure your spot... is to personally eliminate the person standing next to you." ​The floor shifted violently beneath their feet with a mechanical grind, and the lights plunged into total darkness. ​The darkness was absolute – a thick, suffocating blanket that swallowed the flickering candlelight in a fraction of a second.

He looked at me one more time. Then he flipped it. CLICK. The room exploded into white. The lights were blinding. Thousands of lumens of harsh white LED light assaulted my eyes from every angle. No shadows. No relief. I threw my hands up to cover my face, a broken whimper escaping my throat. "Hands down," Killian commanded. I kept my hands up, shaking my head frantically. He was beside me in a second. He grabbed both my wrists and slammed them down to my lap. Held them there.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

His hand on the light mechanism. “This light was designed to kill vampires. Its light is stronger than the sun itself. A light blessed by purity.” Lyra hissed in pain as another wave hit us. Her skin smoked, peeling. “Dad, stop!” Julianna screamed. “You’re killing them!” “I’m saving the world,” he snapped. “One abomination at a time.” The room heated until the air shimmered. The metal groaned and warped. My vision went white at the edges. We were dying. I could feel it.