Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

"Staying upstairs is non-negotiable, Oliver. Keeping your head down is smart. Stopping this attempt to seduce the boss is vital. Bloodshed is the only guaranteed outcome." The door hisses open and clicks shut behind her, leaving me completely alone in the silent room once again. Looking down at the swallowed expanse of the yeti hoodie, I let out a long breath. My ribs throb in perfect time with my pulse. Bloodshed. A dangerous thrill spikes fiercely through my veins, chasing away the crushing boredom for a fleeting second. Kirill Nikolaev might firmly believe he’s strictly straight. Believing he’s a fortress of emotional detachment gives him comfort. A fortress is simply a challenge waiting

Whipping my gaze to him, my breath hitched as I watch him position himself above me. “Let’s just say a virgin like you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with me,” He whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my core ache. And I hate it. Gritting my teeth, I look up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. He’s right. I’ve been a ball of nerves since he popped up in my room. I mean, who wouldn’t? Imagine getting out of the shower then find a smoking hot, dangerous and arrogant-looking outsider leaning against the wall of your room. With no bra or panties on, there’s only so much you could do to tell him off. Especially if the jerk is none other than the future alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pac

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Black fur bristled while deep snarls ripped from his chest One infected managed to claw across his side. Wrong move. Kael’s silver eyes flashed murderously. The wolf lunged forward and ripped straight through the infected’s chest. Nova stared in stunned horror. He was terrifying. Every movement carried raw power that made the infected look weak in comparison. And somehow that still wasn’t enough. Because more infected kept pouring into the streets. Growling. Screaming. Nova backed away instinctively while Kael tore through another infected that got too close.

I looked back one last time. Malik was surrounded. He was fighting like a demon, deflecting plasma bolts with invisible shields, ripping the armor off the troopers with his mind. But Kazi was still there. The Hunter had pulled a massive combat knife from his boot—a vibrating blade made of white ceramic that wouldn't rust. He was circling Malik, waiting for an opening. "We have to help him," I said, stopping. "He's going to die." "We can't," Eliana cried, pulling me into the darkness of the tunnel. "If Kazi gets you, this is all for nothing. You are the Zero, Baraka. You are the one who matters. Malik is buying us time!"

They couldn’t believe the reckless plan by Michale worked; it seemed insane when brought up to infiltrate the enemy's territories through the front door, and it worked; now they were in the Dark Knight pack. Elise's gaze hardened as her eyes were on the familiar mansion ahead, the same one she was taken into as Kyren’s prisoner; just recalling it made her body burn for revenge for Kyren Gurwolf, and soon enough she had about to taste sweet revenge. And his whole empire will be destroyed.

When he opened them again, they burned with a cold resolve. Whether to convince himself or to echo Hudson’s words, even he didn’t know. “She’s too strong. It can’t be her.” But in this world, nothing is ever certain. Two hours of digging. Two hours of silent hope. Then they broke through. And they saw her. Not a trapped soul. A fallen warrior. Beneath a thick slab of glacial ice, her body lay still. Frozen. Familiar. Her blood had long since drained, absorbed by the ice until it glowed faintly red—like a ruby, set in crystal. Under the moonlight, it looked almost holy.

she whispered, her voice breaking. "Stuart?" My stomach leapt to my throat. "What about the others? Did you see the others?" "I -" My gun was in hand and aimed at the door faster than I could think, the turning lock giving me just enough time to land crouched at Lillith's feet, my body her shield. If those spawn of hell wanted her, they’d have to get through me first. "Put your gun away," Aaron said, his voice muffled by the thick door.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

Outside, New York glittered like a battlefield. “I got what I always wanted,” he said quietly. “I got them to fight. I got them to become exactly who they needed to be to survive.” Elise frowned. “That’s not a win, Viktor.” Kessler turned to her. “It is as if the game was never about money.” He walked back to his bunk and lay down. “You can turn off the light,” he said. “I’m done for the night.” Elise watched him for a long moment. Then she hit the switch.