Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

Kael’s hands tightened gently around Rhea’s as he made her sit on the edge of her bed. The room still smelled like dust, broken wood, and the cold scent of fear left behind by Hunters—but Kael’s presence cut through all of it. Solid. Grounding. Alpha. He knelt in front of her, his thumb brushing her wrist as he began explaining. “We found the Book of the Damned,” Kael said quietly. His voice held exhaustion, controlled fury, and a tired hope layered beneath. “Inside it… there’s a way. A real way to kill Khaenat.”

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor. He tried to shift back, tried to fight, but his inner wolf let out a painful, suffocating whimper deep inside his soul. The corporate soldiers moved in, their heavy boots surrounding his failing body, their weapons pointed down at him. Through his fading, blurry vision, Killian saw the server room begin to ignite as the soldiers dropped chemical explosives onto the mainframes, turning the entire bunker into a roaring, toxic furnace. His last thought, before his mind slipped into complete darkness, was of Faith.

With both men having died along with any of Killian’s allies that remained, there was no one brave enough to say otherwise. The whispers were all around her when Keira returned to the house of assassins, however. Though the rumor of her being Killian’s true killer was one that no sane man or woman would confirm, it nevertheless spread like wildfire. This coupled with her being the only one of her troops to survive the carnage of the day Killian was slain earned Keira the code name of The First Soldier. Other changes came soon thereafter, with a power struggle between Madz and Lilith leading to the dissolution of Absconditus into two cities henceforth to be known as Imperium and Venatores.

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.

"Venessa ..... Venessa listen......" "Viki's dead. Venessa is a bad girl. She caused him death. Venessa is a bad girl." She started slapping herself. "Venessa stop. Please Venessa stop. You'll hurt yourself. Stop. Victor..... Venessa please stop for Victor." "Viki's dead. Venessa caused it. Venessa was a bad girl and Viki died." Jonathan got no other choice and he picked the sedative Erica left on the tray for Aiden and injected it in her arm.

I ran at him and at the last second slid through his legs, slashing him behind the knees. He dropped to the ground, and I reached around and slit his throat. I never thought I would be able to kill anyone, but something in me snapped when they attacked the people that are now my family. I looked around and Elodie was fighting like a beautiful white tiger, slashing and biting anything that got close to her. I looked around for Rainn but couldn't see him. I saw three demons heading for Calliope, who was distracted looking for Ezra, and I ran as fast as I could to intercept them. I slashed and stabbed with everything that I had and by now I was covered in blood. Calliope thanked me and we went

Kevin's pace quickened as he delved deeper into her, the intensity of his desire merging with each powerful thrust. Grunting, he picked her up and placed her back against the cold wall. Her hands inadvertently clung to his wet shoulders as he continued to brutally fuck her. Tears streamed freely from her eyes as his powerful strokes instilled waves of pain in her, but what scared her the most was the strange, burning sensation he was igniting within her. Unknowingly, as Emma squeezed around his shaft, Kevin couldn't help but throw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck don't clench!" he grunted, not wanting to reach his climax so soon, not before her.

From the shadows of the concrete columns, four massive automated iron sentinels stepped into her path, their quad-barrel ballistas already loaded and aimed. Before they could pull their triggers, a streak of dark crimson and black lightning blurred past Natalia. It was Kael. He moved with a terrifying, animalistic speed that his previous human body could never achieve. He slammed into the first two sentinels with the force of an avalanche, his white-hot obsidian shoulder fracturing their iron armor into kindling. Without breaking his stride, he swung his mutated left arm, his scythe-claws slicing through the heavy pneumatic barrels of the remaining turrets like hot wire through tallow. The m

Geneva was burning, again. “Go! Now!” Leon shouted over the rising scream of their own helicopter’s engines. But the fire was not just a spectacle. It was a catalyst. The clinic’s roof access door burst open again. Not a nurse or an orderly. Two men in dark clothing, their faces obscured, charged out. They weren’t police. They moved with a frenzied purpose, their eyes locked on the helicopter. Consortium remnants, true believers, or just hired thugs paid for one last hit—it didn’t matter. Kaine’s death had not ended the war; it had unleashed its final, chaotic skirmish.