Kill Your Friends Novels & Stories

Dorian said, his voice resolute yet laced with regret. Cassian, although visibly conflicted, replied, "I understand, Dorian. If it means your survival, I accept my fate. But know this: I do it willingly, not out of obligation, but out of friendship." Their exchange struck a chord within me. It was a tragic dance of destiny, where two friends were pitted against each other by forces beyond their control. Dorian believed that by ending Cassian's life, he could secure his place in the world. Cassian, in his loyalty, was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice.

I requested. I knew that if my parents found out, they would stop me from helping my reckless brother, who should be taking care of the girl meant to be his fiancée in two years. I heard her laugh. Over the years, we managed to build a good friendship, probably because we were close in age and because I helped her when she needed it most. “I love you and your kids, but remember, I will kill your brother if he does anything to make things worse for Hope. She didn’t deserve to see him practically screwing around at the club,” she said, making me laugh.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” It was an abrupt end to a great evening, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to get home. And fast—before Denise killed me, brought me back to life and killed me again. No matter how much I might have wanted to do much more than end the night with a stupid kiss on his stubbly cheek.

“Then, one day, I got a call from Jace my younger brother. I’m sure you remember him?” “Yes,” I replied softly. “Jace was always such a sweet boy… but I don’t remember the best friend you're talking about.” “Sofie.” I blinked. “Oh. Yes. I heard she committed suicide. Poor child… I remember hearing she was going through a lot.” Callum shook his head slowly. “That’s what they want you to think. But it’s a lie, Scarlett. Sofie didn’t kill herself. She was murdered.” My breath hitched. “What…?”

“Sorry.” “Girlfriend trouble?” The brunette snickered, and her friend snorted, covering her mouth to stop herself from spitting out her drink. “No,” I glared at them. “I was asking her about something, and it hit a raw nerve. Not that it’s your business.”

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

her eyes flicked to him and then back to me, “he’s yours Amy and I’m your friend.’ I scoffed, “yea, one you tried to kill, if I remember correctly.” She looked hurt, but I’m not forgetting anything now, I don’t know what friends are supposed to act like, but this can’t be what they do, try and kill you, take your form and wrap themselves around your mate. I shook my head, “I need a shower, and I want to leave now, they’ll come for them soon if they don’t return with her,” I pointed to Lilly and stood.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

Why should I take the fall for that? This was all her own doing. Soon enough, Cindy's family became notorious in their neighborhood. According to the neighbors, Shaun could be heard yelling angrily every night. When the time felt right, I released all the evidence I had gathered online with the caption, "Life advice: stay away from toxic friends, and your life will be so much easier!" The comments flooded in almost instantly. "Rainey, is this Cindy? Oh my God! She told me you were dating multiple guys at the same time!"

The smoke was quickly filling the hall, suffocating everyone who inhaled it. Only the masked men and Baltazar's wolves seemed immune to it. My vision became blurry, but I felt as if the fumes didn't affect me as much as others. I saw Nicor, Amanda, and Hunter fall to their knees, choking on the poison. As Ash's warriors weakened, the masked men started to kill them one by one, turning what was a battle into a barbarian slaughter. My heart all but stopped as I watched my friends collapse to the floor, fighting for breath.