Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

The smell of burning steel and sulfur quickly replaced the chemical sting of the Halon, filling the vault with a harsh,acrid haze. Killian didn't break his stance. He stood squarely between the breaching door and the server rack where he had pushed me, his matte-black pistol held in a firm, two-handed grip. Every line of his body was drawn taut, an apex predator waiting for the barrier to fall. "Elara," he said, his voice dropping into a low, controlled register that didn't carry past the workbench. "When the door gives, stay down. No matter what happens, do not step into the open."

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

K.E.L.S.I::: on Tuesday evening I decided to follow her to Mr Raphael residence to assist her with the duties. Mom called me to help her with the dish, sitting outside the varenda before I was called, i left the Novel I was reading and walked to the kitchen, after everything was done and set, we went back home and that was when I realized I forgot my book.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

His chest was slick with gore, and every line of him radiated the truth of what he was: death walking. The first Hunter charged with a blade. Kilian didn’t flinch. In a motion faster than thought, he caught the man mid-strike, his claws sinking deep into his side. He tore him apart with a single, savage movement. Blood sprayed, hot and heavy, coating the stone floor. The man collapsed in a twitching heap. The others hesitated — but only for a breath. Then they roared in unison, rushing him. Nova screamed, pulling at her chains. “No—!”

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.

Then, with a reluctant nod, they moved together—just like they had when this all began. Inside the warehouse, it was a war zone. Victor’s men were well-armed, ruthless, but Graves' guards were holding their ground. Elena crouched behind a crate as bullets whizzed past. Killian attacked with killer precision—precise, lethal. She couldn't look away. This wasn't the cold, remote billionaire she'd first seen all those months before. This was the man beneath the steel—fiercely imperfect, terribly, terribly beautiful in his rage.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

"But it seems we will have to fight for her. We do not need weapons to deal with three men." He lunged first. His people l followed immediately, their bodies shifting as they closed the distance between us. They were trained fighters, fast and coordinated, but they had no idea what they were walking into. Kael moved like a predator who had been waiting for permission to strike. His thermokinesis ignited the air around his fists, and the first man who reached him went down with a scream as heat seared across his chest. Kael did not stop to watch him fall as he was already moving to the next target

We were a closed loop of energy, a family of storms. ​“End it now, Elara!” Killian shouted from the floor below. He was a whirlwind of violence, holding off a squad of elite Aegis enforcers with nothing but his bare hands and raw Alpha strength. He was covered in soot and blood, but his eyes were fixed on me. “The entire building is going down! We are out of time!”