Killer Instinct Moves Novels & Stories

Veins of glowing, violent purple bulged frantically against the courier’s skin, thrashing like trapped worms as Killian's shadow pressure systematically squeezed the necrotic infection down to the bone. "Where is the altar?" Killian whispered, his tone terrifyingly calm as he took half a step closer. The silver fire in his eyes flared with a lethal, cosmic hunger. "Every second you waste, I compress your marrow by another millimeter. I will turn your nervous system into glass and shatter it into ten thousand pieces before I let your heart stop."

I can honestly say that I was so terrified that I almost made me pull the trigger on her father. "I'm waiting, Lord Bane," Victor mocked, his arms crossed over his chest while his shooters watched. "Does the head of the Valak family have the courage to open that door, or are we going back to the bloodbath?" I forced my face into a mask of total, unbothered stone. A bloodbath would do no good to anyone. I lowered my rifle by a fraction of an inch, my eyes shifting from Victor to Nathaniel. If this was the only way it could be done.

The invigilators approached me mechanically and surrounded me. "Leaving during the entrance exam is prohibited. Please return to the exam hall and complete your test." Their identical, lifeless eyes sent a chill down my spine. I quickly weighed my chances of fighting my way out and gave up just as quickly. In the end, I obediently turned back toward the exam hall. On the way back, floating comments popped up once more. [Jessie's smart. She knew that she couldn't just sit and wait for death, but what she didn't know was that during the security check, a tracking device had been planted on her. If she leaves the exam hall, the tracking device would ring the alarm.]

Something about them triggered our survival instincts and told you clearly; run. I felt my eyes scanning their way up Alpha Killian's muscular body until my eyes had met his own. In a motion that looked extremely graceful and smooth, Alpha Killian took a step away from me and let his emotionless eyes roam my face. I couldn't help but wonder how someone so large could move so smoothly. I didn't dare take my eyes away from his own as I watched his gaze run over every detail of my face. Excruciatingly slow, he let his eyes travel down my neck and onto the rest of my body. His eyes nor his face never once conveyed any emotion.

Alissa breathed a small sigh at the reprieve, she curled her bloody frame tighter, preparing for the next onslaught knowing it would come. Arms snaked around Alissa, lifting her gently but firmly from the floor. The pack looked at him in disbelief. She winced as he pulled her into him, “Jack, just let them.” She looked at Jack with dull green eyes. “Just let them kill me, I can't survive like this,” her voice sounded as dead as her eyes. Jack picked her up and settled her on a chair. “What are you doing? Don't touch her!” Natalie took a step forward, Jack moved in front of Alissa, shielding her. Alpha Luca finally stood “Enough!”

“Those who tend to do things that would end up affecting the family badly, or those that break deals in ways that deserve a punishment worse than death are brought here. Killian tends to them, interrogates them, and even has them begging for their death before offering it.” “Why not just kill them directly?” I asked as the door opened. “Because it is an easy punishment,” Killian said, entering the suite. “And you, Natasha, need to know what to and what not to tell her. There are things that I don’t want her finding out…”

He nods at me, two warriors moving to flank us if we need their assistance. I won’t. Killian is pushing forward and ready, wanting to take control and handle this in the way he handles all threats. He wants to expire them with his claws and teeth, spraying their blood and tearing them to shreds until their lives are no more. We move silently, listening closely for the men's hearts accelerating on the other side of their bedroom doors. In seconds, we both kick down the doors and have the last two men on the ground. I’m almost disappointed at how easy Isaac was to take down.

I am way too innocent for that kind of fate. “Indigo.” It called my name. My killer called my fucking name. This was my cue to run, to scream, to fight. My sister had taught me a few deadly judo moves, and this was my time to turn around, grab the bastard, lift them into the air and drop them down on the wet tarmac with a sharp shoulder throw. But, no, with all the common sense bestowed upon the human race from the higher ones, my best move was to freeze.

My killers. I took slow breaths and gazed at my watch. The seconds were going faster tonight. I could tell something was in the air . A crackle, an omen. But it was not important. "Listen up," I said, speaking low but sharply. They sat up like hounds on command. "I don't care how many bodies hit the ground tonight. Let their camp run red with blood. Burn them to the ground if you can. But make sure someone remains alive."

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.