Killer Instinct Hero Novels & Stories

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

Muscles beneath my skin spasmed violently. My body went rigid. I slid off the stone wall and crumpled to the ground, curled into myself, unable to make a sound. Every claw mark on my arm detonated at once, like a red-hot blade dragged through from underneath. Alaric realized what was happening in the same instant. His command was killing me. He immediately revised the order, removing me from the pack's command chain. The convulsive shockwave receded. My bones stopped shifting. Muscles went slack. Air finally forced its way back into my lungs.

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

"A soldier who swore an oath to the family, and in his last moments, he was thinking about diapers and formula, not honor." "A coward like that doesn't just deserve to die. He deserves to die ugly." "So I had his pleas recorded and played them on a loop for him until he took his last breath." "Aaargh! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" the woman screamed, a maniacal wail. If they hadn't held her back, she would have torn out my throat with her teeth. Miller yanked my wrist and shoved me into an armored car. "You're a lunatic, Victoria."

I turned to look at her and she was crying so hard, her whole face was already a shade of pink! I tried to smile at her, anything to assure her that it was fine and it was going to be okay but as I opened my mouth to speak Jack delivered one final blow and instead of words, blood and a tooth cane out of my mouth. It wasn't going to be okay! I was going to die! I was going to die! I thought to myself. Suddenly, my dad stopped hitting me, instead he was yelling something about ungrateful brats and stolen money, but I was too far gone to hear a word he was saying.

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

He crossed the room in three long strides and slammed both hands down on the desk, leaning in so they were face to face, close enough that he could see the flecks of darker gold in Elliot's eyes. "Being a strong alpha doesn't make you bulletproof, you arrogant asshole," Kieran said, his voice low and harsh. "Arrogance is what gets people killed. You think because you've got S-Tier genetics and money that you're invincible? I've seen men twice your size and ten times as trained get killed because they thought they were too important to die."

Killian ripped through another beast, his claws drenched in shadowy ichor. His chest heaved, sweat and blood streaking down his bare torso, but his golden eyes glowed brighter with every kill. The Alpha in him thrived on the carnage. “Stay with me, Lola!” he barked, teeth flashing as he lunged at two more rogues that dared to flank her. He tore through them before they reached her, but even as their bodies dropped, three more appeared from the tree line.

The Alpha King is with us and having him is already enough to win this battle against the evil pack who made my life, as well as the survivors in living hell. Tonight, justice will be served to us. At this moment, I turned my head at Killian who was still in shock. “I will give you a chance to explain yourself with me before I will kill you, Killian.” I uttered to him, my gaze almost killing him. Killian let out a sigh, his eyes never leaving mine. As I looked into his eyes, I couldn't explain myself. There is something with him that made me hesitant for no reason.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.