Killer Instinct Hero Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Erica reached out and yanked my hat off. "I knew it was you! You caused trouble here yesterday, and now you're back? Are you deliberately looking for a fight?" Her eyes blazed with anger as she swung her hand at me. I tensed and instinctively raised my own hand to block her slap. I knew I couldn't back down. "I'm the real Adam Richmond. If you don't believe me, call my dad and ask him yourself," I said coldly.

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND.

But Leo knelt, cupped his face, stared into him. “You survived,” he whispered. “That’s not the same as meaning to kill someone.” Leo pulled him close. “Yes, it is.” Later… The body was burned to ashes, and the records were erased. No one would know Jacob Blake had just taken his first life. But Leo knew. And that changed everything. Back inside… Gabriel left another note. This time, in Jacob’s jacket pocket. “Killing feels good, doesn’t it? That’s how it starts. Welcome to the game.”

he mumbled as if somehow caught in a trance. “But I am not her,” I retorted. His eyes, once soft and gentle, suddenly flickered revealing his wrath just before he slammed the table with his fist, but I don’t move an inch. “You are and you will be,” he growled dangerously and I felt my wolf perk up, telling me to be extra cautious with him this time. ‘Be careful,’ Valkerie whispered, and I decided to lay low. “You killed my parents,” I said through gritted teeth, my hands clenched on my sides as I reached for the knife on the table.

Each strike was deliberate and calculated, my aim true, as I engaged in a lethal waltz with my enemies. I did not lie that I shall kill Valerie. And I will prove to her that I am not just a Luna. The thrill of battle made me alive, my senses heightened and attuned to every subtle movement in the shadows. I relished this dance, reveling in the power that surged through my being. As I spun around, a swift movement caught my eye. My gaze locked with Alpha Zarion who stood at the edge of the clearing. Well, he didn’t even lift a finger to help me yet I remained victorious in slitting the throats of the Rogues—the very Rogues that killed Elliot, no doubt under Hestia and Brandon’s command.

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

he said while still crying. I gripped the knife tightly, I am calming myself first before I could do what he wanted. I'm already crying while shaking because I don't feel like doing it anymore. I just want to go home and sleep. I just want to plead with George that I don't want to and I can't, I want to say that I won't continue as long as he doesn't say that I'm the killer. “I... I can’t do this anymore.” “If you don’t proceed, I can’t promise you that I won’t tell others your secret. If you want to keep everything a secret, you're going to kill me. Kill me because I know your darkest secret.”

I was killing her. I don’t know why I didn’t let go when she was wiggling; I didn’t know I was adding another number to my list. I didn’t mean to kill her. When I finally let go of her, she motionlessly fell on the floor. I was alarmed because I still expected her to fight but she was not moving. I didn’t know I had just killed her. I checked her pulse and there was none. My whole body froze, my head spun, and I lost consciousness.

The small smile sent Sierra into a love sick frenzy, and I into a dazed state. We both sat in the bathroom for almost an hour, and I listened intently as Alpha Killian told me more about himself. His father was incredibly cruel, even to his own mate. While his father would ignore Kira's very existence, he treated Killian harshly, knowing he would someday be Alpha. While I felt horrible for the way him and Kira were treated, I could feel the underlying reason for him opening up to me. He wanted to show me it wasn't a bad thing, that I could trust him above anyone else.