Kill Them All Book Novelas e Histórias

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

Steven walked to the workstation and handed Kieth a book titled ‘Art of Duel. “Everybody has to follow the instructions of this book. If somebody does something that violets it, then the other will be crowned winner immediately, and the loser will have to die.” Steven waited for Kieth to ask questions, but the latter remained quietly, calmly reading the manual. “All the Alphas will have to face me. Does that mean Amelia will also have to fight or accept me? After all, she is a female Alpha.” Kieth furrowed his brows and questioned.

Keira chanted to herself, moments before her cool trigger finger squeezed, releasing the bullet of her first kill from her gun. The Eye of Imperium looked different today, tainted by bodies and blood. How many times had Keira walked through those doors with her head held high? Now as her brothers and sisters in arms fought for different ideals, pumped lead into each other and pierced skin like they were strangers, every bit of her questioned how she was still standing. As she watched the life leave the king of murder's eyes, an almost angelic smile graced his face when he realized who had been his undoing.

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

I held my gown, the same gown I had worn on my eighteenth birthday and rushed towards him but he was bleeding and his body had gone cold “Killian?" I shook him “Killian wake up!" ‘Everything is going to rumble because of you’ a husky voice in my head. I looked around and how the fire had killed so many people. I turned to my left and there was Clara, laying lifeless beside Ivy. “Noo" I cried out, I looked down at my hands and they were bloody, Killain's blood. Then all of a sudden neck from within. ‘you are an abomination, you don't belong anywhere. You are the reason why innocent lives have to end and you will also be the reason a new race will begin.’ the dark voice echoed louder and the f

They explored my body like it was some object put up for display or for sale. I swallowed again and looked towards the open window. The moon was still shining brightly up in the sky. Just a few more hours and I would draw a sword through their hearts and kill them. Just a few more hours and I would avenge the death of my Pack members. I held my breath when Cassian's fingers parted my folds. My heart began to race in horror of what I would have to go through in their hands. Azrael was planting kisses all over my back and even down to my ass.

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late for my body and for so much else. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, only to find Myra's name flashing on the screen. I stared at it for a few seconds, then swiped to reject the call. Soon, one text after another flooded in frantically. "Glenn, answer the phone! Dwight's been detained! They said they're transferring the case to the prosecutors." "How can you be so evil? This is my brother we're talking about! Have you no heart at all? Is it only when my family is completely destroyed that you'll finally be satisfied?"

"In one life, you destroyed me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. The dream you are mentioning is the hell I went through, but in this life, I won't." I leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. "Beth didn't just lie to you. She was the mirror you deserved. And now, you will spend the rest of your immortal life in the dark, remembering the queen you thought you could cage." I turned my back on him. I didn't burn him. I didn't kill him. Sometimes being forgotten is the best revenge for people who are eager to be seen and to be worshipped by others. Caspian met me at the altar, his hand extended. The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming.