Kill The Lights Novels & Stories

Alex asks as he body touches the ground and he stands, "that's the only thing that can save you from you all dying" "to really think you can kill me" the director general brought out the Kuma blade but lighting hitted him from behind killing him instantly, Kelvin turned to see Linda with her whole body covered with lighting "Linda" Kelvin said "answer the question now Kelvin" she said Kelvin close his eyes, "I am. Sorry but I cant answer the question" "very well" Linda said and positioned to fire another lightning to Kelvin but was struck by the golden blade from her back which killed her instantly,

She was just a hollow shell of pleasure and exhaustion, her skin glowing with the mess they had left. Suddenly, a bright, white light cut through the darkness. Tracie flinched, squinting her eyes in pain. Kelin was standing by the door, holding a smartphone with the flashlight turned on. He wasn't the only one. Blake and the others were all holding phones, their screens glowing like small stars. "Alright, Kelin," Blake said, his voice casual and calm, as if they were just finishing a group project. "You can turn the main lights back on now. The show is over. We got everything we needed."

" How about what the fuck happened last night?! " " Some guy struck me and I killed him. " Lightning tone was as if she was discussing the weather. Shelby couldn't believe her ears. " You killed him just because he struck you? " she asked incredulously. Lightning causal demeanor did a three-sixty. " No one raises a hand on me unless, in combat, " she snarled in a hard tone with a deadly look in her eyes.

A man rushes me from the side— I step in instead of back— disrupt his balance— slam him down— take his weapon— now I have options. Better. “Control slipping?” Adrian continues. Still talking. Still watching. Still expecting a reaction. I raise the gun. Not at him. At the lights. One shot. The bulb shatters. Darkness spreads across part of the room. Instantly. Men hesitate. Just for a second. That’s enough. Second shot. Another light goes out. The room fractures into shadow and glare.

Victor reached into his coat, and in less than a heartbeat, Killian fired—one clean shot into the floor inches from Victor’s foot. “Next one goes through your leg,” Killian said. “Try me.” Victor didn’t flinch. But his eyes burned. “Fine,” he hissed. “No more pretense.” With a flick of his wrist, he activated a small device on his wrist—silent, blinking red. Reid cursed. “He’s triggering something. Fall back!” “EMP?” Killian asked. “Worse.” Suddenly, the lights overhead shattered, and the building groaned around them.

yells Selina, demanding an explanation from him. Giggles~ "Do I have to make it simpler, Miss Hayes?" Light seems to enjoy Selina's state of mind. "It was I who killed the Owner of Black Circle, Jason Hayes. That was a great fight to remember." Selina's rational judgment has clouded by Light's provocation about Jason's death. "I KILL YOU!" With no strategy prepared in mind, Selina just rushes in at Light. "Nope, try again, Miss Hayes." Light dodges the first attack like he was playing with Selina. He does realize that Selina’s current state is no different from wild dogs at the moment.

She wouldn’t want to see me give in to it and turn into her father. I’ve already made my plans and put my affairs in order. If Kaiya doesn’t walk out of this catacomb tomorrow night, I will do it myself. There’s one sure-fire way to kill a Lycan – a silver bullet to the brain. I’ll do it myself, and I’ll do it while the others are away to shift. But I don’t want to do it while I’m trapped in the darkness. If I do, I won’t find Kaiya in the afterlife. Light and dark cannot meet. Not in death.

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"

"There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again." Lucas stared at me in stunned silence. Pain and regret welled in his eyes as a faint glint of tears formed in the corners. But in the end, he said nothing. I quietly closed the box. Then, I turned and walked away. … After returning to our home country, Lucas was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced. All the stars he had once named were revoked from official records, except one. It was the star he named "LAW" the year he proposed.

"Initiate the Blackout Protocol. If they want to audit me, let’s see how they do it in the dark." Suddenly, every light in the county—the porch light, the SUV's sensors, even the distant town's glow—died. The only thing left was the bioluminescent blue pulsing from the "Chronicle" on the Traveler’s arm in the distance, and the terrifying, silent scream of a mother ready to kill for her child.