Killer Instinct Moves Novels & Stories

Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed. "F**k your rules, Killian! You're a psycho f**ker with the blackest heart, and you can't see past your nose to care about the feelings of others. You're like aids. You hide in the shadows and feed on the life force of your victims. You present a sweet face and it's all hot and steamy until your victim realised that you've f**ked them over and left them to die, while you search for someone else to kill."

"Take a deep breath. Think of how badly you want to hit him and do it." "If only it could be that easy," I muttered under my breath. "Close your eyes and summon your strength." Calvel's voice sounded almost hypnotizing. I followed what he said. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, I felt a pool of heat expanding within me. It rose fast, reaching every part of my body. It buzzed and tingled, itching to be used. My fists formed again. I opened my eyes, locking them on my target—Hunter. My hand moved on its own, faster than I had ever imagined my body could move. The impact felt light, but the burst of energy that followed was exhilarating.

Aiden said in a panicked voice and Zane clenched his teeth. Elena's body was fully covered with the broad jacket of Zane, this date experience was no less than trauma to her. “I will kill all of them,” Zane said with red eyes, he was not angry hearing the news of the attack but he was angry at the rejection of Elena Elena the woman he desired loved someone else was like pouring wolfbane on his body. “Aiden please help me” Elena seek help from him Zane looked between Aiden and Elena and he found something suspicious.

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

"Captain Kessler! Apologies—the rescue arrived late!" Alec returned the salute, then turned his cold gaze on Eliza. "Now, it's time to settle the scores." With that, I took out the tactical recorder and projected the footage onto the white wall of the hall. "Captain Kessler… my chest hurts… Could you take a look…" On screen, Eliza undressed herself willingly, her flirtatious display laid bare for everyone to see. "You only ever have eyes for Iris! What does she have that I don't?"

He swung again at my foot but I jerked back. “Don’t slack off, Killian. These guys are…” Killian had suddenly disappeared. “Killian!” Killian was battling with Vampire 3.He brought out five daggers and began to throw them at his opponent. He threw one of the dagger above vampire 3, below, at his two sides. And then he kept the last out to himself. Killian was famous for his speed. He was so fast that it was as if he was teleporting. The disadvantage is that he can’t maintain that speed for more than five minutes. Five minutes are his limits.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

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.

Daisy’s POV Killian dropped his hand from my face, his entire demeanor turning instantly lethal as he stepped back toward the door, drawing his weapon from his holster with a smooth, silent motion. "Midnight," Killian murmured into the darkness of the booth, his amber eyes flashing with a cold, ruthless light. "The grid is down. Let's go move the pieces." Logan opened the booth door instantly, slipping out ahead of us into the pitch-black corridor. I didn't stay behind.

It was a dizzying mix of raw desire and terrifying, icy fear. He shouldn't have done that. He knows the risk. He knows my father’s assistant is tracking my phone's activity spikes. He knows Serena’s PI could be looking for anything, any unusual traffic. This is careless. This is selfish. This is reckless. And it’s the most thrilling thing he could have possibly sent me. The explicit, coded language confirmed his Protective Stance—that he was willing to throw caution to the wind because Killian’s quiet suffering had become unbearable to him. That recklessness was the proof of Igor's commitment, but it was also the single biggest danger to their plan.