Kill Them All Book Novels & Stories

"Terminate the Alfred family and finally take all they own." The heading was clear, bold, and chilling. Lillian's hands trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with each line. The book detailed a methodical plan to eliminate her family, step by step. Each death that had occurred was written with meticulous detail, a gruesome blueprint of murder and deceit. Her heart pounded as she read further. The realization hit her like a freight train—Katherine was behind it all. She was the murderer. And the next target was clear: their father.

‘Friends! Listen to me’, cried the young man in white blood-stained chiton, whose sister has been forcibly abducted by the prince of this tribe. Everyone had gathered there to listen to what Argus had to say. Argus, along with Selene and a few others stood on a high platform in front of the fort, made especially for announcements and delivering speeches. Fabian has been carried to his chambers for rest and treatment. The corpse of Karmen was covered by a cloth and was laid on a jeweled bed nearby. All around people talking in hushed tones. Women were silently shedding tears. Men were whispering the grave tidings among each other. Everyone had one question: who killed him and why?

I am the last heir of the Eclipse royal line, and the only person in a hundred years who can carry Nyx, the first dark wolf. If I reached adulthood safely, I would become the Eclipse Queen, and every wolf alive would bow to me. But when I was six, rogues broke into the nursery. To save a baby lying in a pool of blood, I shifted into a black wolf in front of everyone, and showed a power that could swallow an Alpha command whole. The Elders were afraid I would lose control, and they wanted me put to death. Agatha Voss, the priestess, had no choice but to seal away my wolf and my memories. She gave me to the Ashbourne family to raise and warned them again and again, "Treat this child well, and

"If you kill them, you’re fulfilling the Algorithm’s narrative. You’re becoming exactly what it wants—the violent, radicalized daughter." "And if I let them kill you, I’m just a corpse waiting for a funeral," Chalida retorted, her eyes locked on the approaching shadows. "I’d rather be a monster than a casualty." The leading figure raised a suppressor-equipped rifle, the barrel leveling at the space between the sisters. There was no warning, no demand for surrender. Just the inevitable, cold logic of an entity that had calculated the highest probability of success and found it in the total elimination of variables.

Kael’s hands tightened gently around Rhea’s as he made her sit on the edge of her bed. The room still smelled like dust, broken wood, and the cold scent of fear left behind by Hunters—but Kael’s presence cut through all of it. Solid. Grounding. Alpha. He knelt in front of her, his thumb brushing her wrist as he began explaining. “We found the Book of the Damned,” Kael said quietly. His voice held exhaustion, controlled fury, and a tired hope layered beneath. “Inside it… there’s a way. A real way to kill Khaenat.”

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.

“Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.” Holding the book that is all still according to their plan. A snap ends the time for Alliah and Kyle, all along with the God that they knew. With the scene that only JK and HIM can witness and enjoy. She then opens the book and follows the steps. Carefully as possible, she draws the pentagram and completed the necessary needed ingredients, all for a mass revival, or does it? “Sacrifice, death, and rebirth, I want my revenge.”

"How did the family next door actually die? This is murder! If people find out, we're finished!" "Keep your voice down!" Gabriel's voice turned vicious. "It was that idiot Jasmine! I told her to saw through just enough to cause a small leak for a minor explosion. Who knew she'd lose her mind and cut straight through the main line?" "So what do we do now? That family is actually dead!" "Good riddance!" Gabriel gave a cold laugh. "Dead men tell no tales. That family was greedy anyway. They took the 200 grand to fake their deaths and leave the country. Now that they're actually dead, no one knows we paid them off.

Killian gave Alys a curious glance but smartly backed up a bit for Aiden’s sake. “Now back to that book. It’s a book on mixed blood in general. All types of mixtures, hybrids, all that. Now it should be just around here…” Killian walked off back to the shelf he was at. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He exclaimed in triumph, pulling a large tome from the shelf. It looked very old and had a leather cover. Alys excitedly rushed over and tenderly reached out for the book taking it from him, Aiden had followed her and was looking at it over her shoulder.

Shadows coiled around my ribs, squeezing, trying to crush my lungs, my will, my stupid, defiant love. I screamed. The sound ripped out of me and up, threading itself into the pulsing light. But I didn’t let go. Of Lucian. Of Kade. Of the risk. “You wanted us afraid,” I gasped. “You wanted us to choose the smaller pain. The neat death. The tidy tragedy.” Her eyes were wild, white around the burning coal of her pupils. “You will kill them,” she spat. “You will *kill him*—both of them—*yourself.*”