Killer Instinct Hero Novels & Stories

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

All of a sudden, a vicious look appeared deep inside his eyes. "I want revenge! I want to kill you! I want you dead!" Hero roared in a frenzy. He could only lie on the ground as he was too seriously injured. He was unable to stand. After a while, Hero seemed to remember something, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "Just you wait, Chase Collins! I'll kill you with my own hands one day!" … Chase had no idea that Hero was making plans to murder him because he was in a pretty bad situation.

His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot. "I need you to kill an alpha for me", smiling at how his father's wisdom had proved his young son wrong. "Kill him yourself", a snarl rose from her lips. "I can't. I have a treaty with the Blue Moon pack", he grumbled, unwilling to give this she-wolf important information. There were a few feet between them now and Andrea was certain she could feel the heat radiating off his body. "He's Angry", Nyx cautioned. "Of course, he is. Do you honestly think he will let us walk out of here? It's a trap", she could feel Nyx agreement at her words.

Like she’s tasting that last gulp of air for the last time. Christopher Kincaid’s eyes never leave ours as his claws start to dig through flesh, as Silva steps forward and back not sure what to do. By the time any of us attacks, he’ll have already slashed her neck and killed her. Just like mother. Just like what he’ll view as poetic justice from his point of view. ‘Do it. Do it now’, Killian barks relishing control. My hands and feet touch the ground having had shifted back. The wind strikes me harder than it did that night. Than it did when I couldn’t do anything but beg.

“You can kill me, but it won’t end the war. There will always be another man like me. Another system just as dirty. You don’t change the world by putting a bullet in one man.” Elena tilted her head. “No. But it’s a damn good start.” She pulled the trigger. The shot rang out like thunder. Victor collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide with shock as life slipped from them. Silence followed. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of fire crackling in the walls, the sirens of approaching emergency crews, and the weight of everything they had just done settling into their bones. Killian turned to her slowly. “You didn’t have to do it.”

It howled in anguish and then fell to the ground at my feet. My labored breathing was the only sound in the jungle. Killian came over, his face inscrutable. He said, "You hesitated." I said, "I didn't want to kill him." Slowly, he nodded. That's what sets you apart. But you might die if you hesitate. ---

Killian announced, “is my woman. You will respect her. If anyone so much as looks at her wrong, you know what happens.” “Yes, boss,” they answered in unison, bowing to her. “Bring me one of the captives,” Killian ordered, moving to a throne-like chair and sitting down. He pulled Calla onto his lap. A man was dragged forward, thrown to his knees. “I told you not to go near those kids again,” Killian said, picking up a gun. “They’re disabled,” the man sneered. “Their organs will be useful to someone else.” Killian turned Calla’s face toward his. “This is how dangerous I can be.” He pulled the trigger twice. The man collapsed. Killian didn’t blink.

Kael shouted, but everyone was more focused on Annie, on the fact that she was becoming a human torch fueled by trauma and desperation. "I'm sorry," she was saying, over and over, as the flames grew. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I can't—I can't let her die. I have to go—" Killian made a decision. He moved faster than anyone could see, crossing the distance between them in a blur. His hand came up to the side of Annie's neck, finding the pressure point with the precision of someone who had done this several times. He pressed hard. Exactly the right amount of pressure in exactly the right spot.

She looked away,feeling embaressed. I pushed her hair out of her,"No you right." "What's wrong?" I sighed,"I fought someone today and killed them." "Who was it?"She looked shocked. "It was Mark's Father. He is Alpha Kenneth of the Gold Moon Pack. He was the one responsible for the pain you felt, Mark was just an accomplice.He was just cruel and had so many types of illegal drugs." “Huh.” She said. “I think I should be upset, but I’m not. I’m glad you killed him. Not even for me. For his people and who else he might hurt.” She nodded, confirming her own words.

And I watched him see. The silver did not move. I want to tell you that clearly, because I think a less careful woman would describe this moment as him reacting, him responding, the mask doing something readable. It did not. The Verdict Killer sat in that armchair in front of me with his bare hands clasped loosely between his knees and he did not move a single muscle I could see. But the room changed.