Killer Instinct Hero Novels & Stories

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

I was too terrified to produce a sound, even if I tried it would end up coming out as a hiccup. I could feel Killian's piercing gaze, and I could kinda smell his guilt. I wasn't in the mood to pay attention to him at all, all I needed was to get home and sleep. But then… How did he kill four men without a sound or getting close? There was a lot of misery to Killian's super hero act that I would only know when my heart is at rest. KILLIAN'S POV I was dying of guilt, I never wanted Paisley to see me like that… With a gun and using it like I manufactured them.

“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.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

The ability to remain calm while standing ankle-deep in blood. More importantly… I saw someone who understood monsters. Not because she had studied them, but because she had survived one, she carried scars the world couldn't see. Those scars had not made her cruel, only careful. She was exactly the person I needed. Which was why my proposal had failed so spectacularly. I smiled despite myself, she had looked horrified, not tempted, not curious, simply horrified. "No." She hadn't hesitated. “I might not like those monsters, but I'm not a killer.”

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

I knew this silence wouldn’t last. Silas was not the kind of man who let something like this go. “You did it for your father,” I said softly, turning toward Killian. “But what happens when Leo grows up and asks why people died because of him?” Killian looked at me. For a moment, I saw that familiar hardness return. “In this world,” he said, “you either strike first… or you get crushed.” His voice didn’t waver. “I chose to strike.” Before I could respond… A horn sounded.

They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst. Killian moved before I could even raise my gun. He was a blur of lethal grace, a shadow dancing through the red emergency lights. He didn't waste bullets. He opened throats. He snapped necks. Each kill was a silent vow of protection, a brutal display of the obsession that bound him to me. I fired my suppressed Glock, picking off a Reaper who tried to lung at Julian from a side door. The recoil felt like a heartbeat against my palm. "Don't look at them, Sienna!" Killian roared, spinning me around a corner as a spray of bullets riddled the wall where I had just been standing. "Keep your eyes on me!"