Killer Game Novels & Stories

The deep voice which finishes that sentence is the only sound the ghost makes as he enters the room. "Got bored playing holy arth thou?" I ask without turning to face him as I stare at the now vacant body. I say a silent prayer and close the Italians eyes before I slide my bloody blade across my leather pants. "It's Sunday," he points out, "gotta phone my sisters." With that, I feel his retreat as his dangerous aura leaves the room with him. I've known Killer since he joined the special ops program a few years back. I was the one who introduced him and Snake to the biker world.

She explained and Denis looked at he run shock. “Are you sure?” he asked and she nodded. “You don’t have to do this, I can—” Kelsey grabbed a silver knife from one of the guards and used it to stab Jerry in heart, she didn’t stop at stabbing him. She twisted the knife inside his chest until she was sure that only the moon goddess herself could bring him back to life. She pulled out the knife from his chest harshly and tossed it on the floor before struggling back inside the car and not looking back.

She dropped the note back on the table, the two Detectives' eyes on her, "This is crazy," Jemi finally let out "this guy is crazy" "Yes, very, unlike most killers that don't want to get caught, this one just craves to murder" Rick picked up a photo and traced "with Matt in Jail one might think he was going to lay low for a while. His core weapon is a knife, and in Will's case Nitric Acid, luckily for the victim, he passed out before it came down on his flesh" WHOEVER SHEDS THE BLOOD OF MAN, BY MAN HIS BLOOD BE SHED

"You tickle them?" I nodded. "Whenever possible." "Tickle what? Do we need to leave?" Kiema asked as she leaned back. A look of eww on her face. "The keyboard keys. Tickle the keys." I giggle-snorted. "I'm a gamer and...finder." Kiema leaned down towards me, whispered, "Finder of what?" I felt my mouth twitch as I turned to answer. "Rare and collectible paraphernalia." Xander snorted. Taryk's brown eyes heated. "Seriously, keep thinking about clandestine ops. Fucking natural, sweetness."

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

He’s wearing a skull mask, his rifle raised. He sees Drakon. "Target acquired," he calls out. "He's out cold." He raises his rifle, aiming at Drakon’s chest. "Hey!" I shout. The Reaper looks up. He sees me hanging in the shadows. I raise the Glock. I don't hesitate. I don't think about the recoil. I think about the man who washed my hair in the penthouse. The man who kissed my stomach in the motel. I pull the trigger. BANG.

First off, it wouldn't be an easy feat to capture a deadly assassin, secondly it's not like he would just reveal everything to us if we asked. "You think he's untouchable right? But he definitely has a loophole, we just need to find it," Kael encouraged. I looked at him. "And how exactly do we find that loophole? We can’t just walk up to him and ask for his résumé." "No, we can't. But no one is invisible." He pulled his phone out again, scrolling through something before stopping. "Professional killers don’t operate in thin air, they take orders, they communicate and they receive payments."

Keyboard Overkill

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

"He's seen what happens when people come after the big dogs. You think you're ready, but this isn't just revenge anymore. It's a game of shadows, 3D Chess with blood." The call and I set down the phone. "He can't talk me out of it, no one will. Plus I made him an offer from the beginning, I won't do anything. I'll just be his eyes and ears" There was a silence. A pressure that pressed against the walls of the room like smoke. "I'll talk to him later," I said. It was a lie. We all knew it, just like all knew ill be more than just ‘eyes and ears’.