Killer Instinct Moves Novels & Stories

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.

"But it seems we will have to fight for her. We do not need weapons to deal with three men." He lunged first. His people l followed immediately, their bodies shifting as they closed the distance between us. They were trained fighters, fast and coordinated, but they had no idea what they were walking into. Kael moved like a predator who had been waiting for permission to strike. His thermokinesis ignited the air around his fists, and the first man who reached him went down with a scream as heat seared across his chest. Kael did not stop to watch him fall as he was already moving to the next target

Killian crouched in front of the second prisoner—the quieter one, the one drenched in sweat. “Tell Victor,” Killian murmured, his voice dark silk, “that if he wants to send gifts, we’ll be sending some back.” Then, in one quick, brutal motion, he pulled the trigger. The sharp-eyed man collapsed, lifeless. The second man shook. Killian pressed the still-warm barrel under his chin. “Run back to your boss. Tell him what you saw tonight.” His voice dropped lower, deadlier. “And tell him we’re just getting started.”

“Lucas, remember, the more unpredictable we are, the better. This is the first ripple, but it needs to sting.” He nodded,with his eyes sharp. “Let’s make it sting then.” We moved out into the night, careful, silent, the city around us unaware of the storm about to hit them. I felt every heartbeat echoing through my chest, every nerve alive and alert. It wasn’t just excitement, it was anticipation, fury, and the deep relentless need to make them pay. A target had been chosen, a weak link in Killian’s operations. Small enough to be approachable, dangerous enough to send a message. The office was sleek, almost inviting, and I had to remind myself not to let appearances lure me into hesitation,

One wrong movement might trigger this crazy man to pull the trigger. Killian was feeling stuck and suffocated at the situation he is in right now and based on the quickening of Black 's heart, he was feeling and thinking the same way as Killian . This was definitely not part of the plan! "Yifa ! Yifa !" Someone was whispering behind her but she doesn't want to move or try to look at whoever was calling her because of two reasons. First, her body was still aching despite a few days had passed already since it happened. Second, she suddenly lost the will to do anything when she was brought back to this place after her own mate hurt her..

My skin erupted with black fur. The pain should have been unbearable. But I barely felt it. Because Killian had gone primal. Completely and utterly feral. He did not care about the pain. Did not care about anything except the red-eyed beast that was triggering the curse. The beast that was walking toward us through the darkness. Massive. Hulking. Eyes glowing like coals. Killian launched toward it with full force. No hesitation. No strategy. Just raw, brutal violence. We collided mid-air, a tangle of claws and teeth and fury.

Upon hearing the slur, Killan's entire body responded. Killan's lithe form reacted on its own accord, his fist connecting with the Alpha's jaw in a swift and decisive strike. The insult had been a grave offense, and Killan's instincts demanded retribution. Killan delivered a powerful strike, sending the Alpha hurtling backwards and causing his seat to topple over in tandem.

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 ground beneath him cracked slightly as his control snapped. His eyes burned brighter. His presence— overwhelming. Terrifying. Lethal. The attackers hesitated. Just for a second. And that was enough. Kieran moved. This time— he didn’t hold back. There was no strategy. No restraint. Only one thing in his mind— Destroy them. Every movement was faster. Stronger. Deadlier. He didn’t just fight. He tore through them. One by one. Without mercy. Without pause. Because Eli— Eli wasn’t moving.

°° KLEIN °° I never want to hurt Aurelia, but somehow she always manages to put me in a tight spot and make me do it. Turning her down right now would break her more but playing along might be even worse, seeing as my cock refused to stretch a single nerve. When Aurelia sees that I'm not moving, she decides to take the lead, going on her toes to kiss me again. If this is what she really wants, then the least I can do is ‘try’.