Kill Your Friends Novels & Stories

Besides, the crazy bastard was too head deep in his war books. That leaves Killian… but even he wouldn’t do this. They were my brothers; we’d bled for each other; we could kill for each other. Everyone else thought we were some cliché high school friend group which would break apart once it was time to head to college, but they had no idea that we’d gone through similar traumas as children. It brought us together, so nothing and no one would keep us apart. So who the fuck would dare try this? Their replies came in with a ding, forcing my attention back to the phone.

“Do your thing and beat them the fuck up.” The guys smirked and nodded. “Remember, don’t kill them if you don’t have to,” I said. “Most of them don’t even know the real truth. Kill only if you have to, okay?” Gabriel kissed my temple. “We know, love.” The rest of my friends nodded and gave me a small smile. Cassie walked up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. “This will be over soon, Ari.” I hugged her back. “I know. Be safe, okay?”

Justus growls in the affirmative. “I can’t believe I’m the one talking shit out,” Killian groans. Tye snorts, but he shuts up real quick when Killian glares at him. “Look,” Killian says to Justus. “What are we going to do here? Because if I kill Annie’s mate, my mate is going to cut off my balls. And unless I’m seriously mistaken, if you kill me, Annie isn’t going to be happy either.” Justus narrows his eyes, like he’s weighing the idea anyway. “My mate won’t mind if I kill him,” Justus says, jerking his chin at Leith. “Will yours?”

On top of it, why would I want my own friends killed? "Wait are you saying the ones giving you issues about your title is your own friends?" ... "Yes." ... "Are you sure you're not the one touched in the head!? You let them make fun of something like that, and on top of it you almost let me escape!" "I didn't almost let you escape, I knew what you were gonna do before you even began crawling away. I was just bored now that the battle is over and wanted to watch you crawl through mud, blood, piss, and shit with a broken leg. Do you know what the best part of the situation is?"

She asked, her hands clasped in front of her. “Like I said, the amount of enemies and friends you make would determine the amount of people you’ll kill. If you make ten friends and four enemies you’ll kill fourteen rivals on D-day, so keep your stacks up, the highest killer gets a reward.” He said, chuckling after his statement. “And that will be all, the meeting has been adjourned!” The second-in-command bellowed as the head stood to his feet. We followed suit, bowing our heads as he walked out of the room.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

He sat in the darkened room as he contemplated his next thoughts. He knew that he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make any real decisions and the fact that he just blew off his three closest colleagues and accomplices was probably going to be his downfall, in the end, it wouldn’t be her that brought the end it would be them. He was in a place in his own mind where he could remember watching over her and trying to teach her what friendship and trust were; he had to laugh to himself at the same time because he was the one who ordered his friends to continually torment her over the past 24 hours. It was all on him. He knew that he had done wrong and he had taken things way too far to the p

Seeing this, Killian grinned triumphantly and let go of the bags in order to carry out her plans. "In this world, there is nothing like a friend," she uttered mockingly, which made Melissa snap her head back, wondering what her friend was blabbing about, but that was a wrong move, because it gave Kilian the perfect time to strike. She swiftly pulled out a dagger and stabbed right on her throat. The looks in Melissa's eyes before she took her last breath were shock and betrayal. She couldn't believe her very own friend, whom she trusted with everything, could one day muster the courage to kill her. The world is indeed full of evil.

His jaw was shadowed in stubble, his shirt half untucked, but his eyes those were the same: cold steel, sharp and clear. “You’re early,” he said. “You answered.” He stepped aside. “Only because you used the word Blackbird.” She entered. The apartment was stripped down maps on the walls, two laptops open, wires running into God-knows-what. It smelled like black coffee and burnt adrenaline. “You have ten minutes,” Killian said, shutting the door. “And if you mention Cassian, I’ll cut that in half.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Brotherly love.” Killian didn’t smile. “You don’t know him.”

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”