Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

The air rushed over my skin, cooling the fire that had already ignited between my legs, but it didn't last long. He was already under me, shirtless, his chest heaving with the exertion of his desire. The sight of his, muscles rippling under my golden skin, his cock was so fucking hard and thick, straining aggressively against the fabric of his boxer brief, was enough to make my mouth go dry. His eyes, were darkened with a hunger that rivalled the night itself, locked onto mine. He looked like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

Two of Victor's men, dressed in full black tactical gear, burst through the smoke at the base of the stairs, their weapons raised. Before they could even register my frame, I squeezed the trigger. Three heavy rounds tore through the chest of the first mercenary, throwing his body back against the stone pillar. Beside me, Nathaniel appeared from the adjacent corridor, his sidearm barking three times in perfect, precision, neutralizing the second target before the man could drop his rifle. Bullets are exchanged with a savage, unrelenting ferocity as the air grows thick with the suffocating stench of copper and spent brass.

I could barely see. Suddenly, a black, armored SUV pulled in front of me, blocking my path. I slammed on the brakes. The truck skidded in the rain, nearly hitting the guardrail. The SUV door opened. A tall figure emerged. Even through the rain and my own pain, I could feel the raw power rolling off him in waves. Kael. The Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, the most powerful pack in North America. He walked to my window and tapped on the glass. I rolled it down. Rain lashed my face.

“Or are you angry about the push? Victoria, you know I would never hurt you. It was just an accident. You should forget about it. Or are you so petty that you want revenge for a mistake?” A mistake that could have taken her life. A mistake that had once left her bedridden for weeks. But this time she had woken up the very same day. Not only that, the Harrigans had arrived earlier than before. Something had clearly changed. But it did not matter what had changed. Her desire for revenge only grew stronger as she looked at Giselle’s face. There was not even a trace of guilt on it. But that did not matter now.

Ignis! Suddenly, he burst into flames as his screams filled the air. He released the hold he had on my guards and me immediately, and we all stood back, watching as his body writhed on the floor as the flames overtook him until his body was nothing more than ash. I turned to the other body and said, "Ignis!" And it, too, burst into flames. Bailey smirked, shaking her head as she assessed the damage. "Man! Kelsie is not going to be happy with this mess!"

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out Morgan's prying eyes. Inside the confined space, only the sound of Tucker's and my heavy breathing remained. The sharp cedar scent radiating from him nearly overwhelmed me. As the elevator ascended, all sense of control within me dissolved. Driven by instinct, I pressed my body against Tucker's, staking my claim. I shrugged off his suit jacket and clung to him like an octopus. After covering his neck and jaw with kisses, I fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt.

It was a touch that lasted longer than normal, a silent question hanging in the air. I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. Her eyes fluttered shut as I touched her, a gasp escaping her lips. All the tension of the night exploded in a single, urgent kiss. My lips met hers in a way I'd never felt before. It started soft, a gentle touch of lips, then turned rough and wild, like a fight for control that mirrored the war brewing outside. Celine growled back, her body melting into mine, her hands digging into my back so hard it both surprised and excited me. We pulled away, breathing hard and fast. The fire in Celine's eyes burned brighter than the moon, and the moonlight showed the b

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

I could feel the hard shape of an extra magazine against my thigh and the rapid hammer of his heart through the formal shirt. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, voice flat and cold in my ear. “When I move, you move.” Gunfire erupted across the floor in earnest. Unsuppressed now. Guests scattered like panicked birds. A woman in gold silk slipped in someone else’s blood and did not get up again. Kazimir rose into a crouch, kept me tucked against his back, and fired three times in under ten seconds. The first man coming through the service doors dropped with a hole above his right eye. The second spun and fell against a pillar, weapon clattering. The third managed to raise his pistol before Kazimir’

Keira's heartbeat was fast. Her adrenaline was pumping like crazy as she kept running and running inside the building. At first, she didn't recognize it. Soon, there's the logo of the Golden Age, she knew that she was in her building. She panted as she headed back to her office to hide in the secret room. However, an evil grin of Kennedy Charles with a machete suddenly came out and made her shudder. "Oh, Princess Keira…" His head was tilted as he walked and dragged the thick and long machete on the carpeted floor. "Where are you going? Don't you want to play with me?"