Kill Them All Book Novels & Stories

“What?” Hugo nodded grimly. “Not just the people from their bloodline, the entire pack. Every single one of them appeared real, smiling at that Alpha. And then, right before his eyes, they started killing each other. Even the newborns were killed. Then flames consumed them all. It took ten seconds,” he paused. “The Alpha died of sheer terror right along with them, unable to handle the death of his people.”

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

I asked clutching my wrist trying not to be affected by the nightmares she used to bring to me. " Athena, was the one who killed Katie, Heidi," she said and her last sentence struck hard on my mind. Athena killed Katie? Why? But, she clearly said she wanted to kill me or Ezio? Yes, she was Athena. Athena always wanted to make me feel miserable to me. She always wanted me to make cry. She always had the extra hatred for me but Why? Why me?

Grandma continued. Sybil smirked as she walked toward her abandoned home. She retrieved the spellbook and handed it to her grandma. In front of a hundred people, she set her house ablaze and calmly entered. Though bystanders watched a young girl go inside, not a single scream was heard. Sybil had mastered the art of manipulating death. When the flames finally died down, there was nothing left—no trace of Sybil's existence, except for her relentless pursuit of power and dominion over all.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

The only thing running through Eli’s mind was protecting Mila as Joseph said the three words that once again ran fear through his body. “Kill them All”

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

She misled me into thinking that they were her biological parents, and that was why I did what I did! "Madelyn's the true culprit!" Her voice grew louder as if volume could prove that I was the one who killed Lora. I looked at her with cold ridicule. "So if they were my parents, would they have deserved to die at your hands? "For days, I warned you again and again that Lora's allergic to shrimp, and you deliberately made shrimp ravioli. That's intentional murder! "Besides, I repeatedly reminded you that they're Josh's parents, but you wouldn't believe me."

"Professor Calloway, look! This is a colorless, odorless neuro-agent I synthesized myself. I've already mixed it in." Matt Lewis, one of our teammates, leaned over, giving her a thumbs-up. "Awesome, Sabrina. If the foreign teams get hit by this, they won't even know how they died!" Laughter broke out among them, but my eyes were squeezed shut under my eye mask. In my last life, I had fought desperately to stop this disaster, only to end up disgraced and frozen to death in that cold storage. This time, these lunatics were more than welcome to leap to their deaths.

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"