Romans & histoires Killer Instinct Moves

"Move!" Before I could process the madness of the plan, Killian let out a dark, chest-vibrating roar of pure, bloodthirsty defiance. Using the raw, explosive strength of his single good hip and shoulder, he violently kicked his legs out against the smooth basalt wall, swinging his massive, chain-heavy body outward into the empty air of the shaft like a wrecking ball. The sudden, violent leverage tore my forearms completely out of the maintenance hatch. The sharp copper edges ripped through my skin down to the bone, but the kinetic momentum of his swing launched my upper body straight upward into the howling, superheated updraft.

The victim had died in the master bedroom of the penthouse; the woman remaining on this ridge was a weapon forged in five years of silent rage. Killian leaned back against the headboard, his bare, powerful chest marked with faint scratches from her fingernails. He reached out, his massive hand wrapping around the nape of her neck to pull her back against his side. His touch was heavy, possessive, and entirely grounding. "The compliance flag is just the first step," Killian murmured, his deep baritone carrying a lethal, calm certainty. "Julian is arrogant. When he realizes the funds are locked in that shell account, he won't panic immediately. He will try to bluster his way out by using his f

And that's a big no-no in the Kidnapper-Captive Chronicles. Fine, I thought, after I kick his ass in this race, I'll ignore him for the rest of my stay. I jammed my elbow into Malachai's side. He swore as we bolted towards the back door of the mansion, leading into the kitchen. "Damn, girl. The elbow! I felt it penetrate me." I spun around to face him outside the glass doors, still panting like crazy from the run. "So you could do it to girls but when we do it back to you, it's a problem?"

My day just got worse. - KILLIAN - Why I’m acting so calm? Because if I don’t, I’d let myself drown in the need to kill which I’m trying to avoid. I’m saving all my hate for someone and that person will get it all because it will be well deserved. I stand in front of the door leading to my pleasure room. My hand raids my pocket to get the key. I dip it in the key hole. The gentle click as the door unlocks resonates in my eyes, causing me to sigh. I bend the door knob and push the door open slowly, the subtle creaks evolving from the door has my jaw tightening. The urge to clap someone’s face hard between a door is heightened.

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. ---

After all, Silas's legal team and political donations were enough to stymie any law enforcement officer in this city. "If I have offended someone, please, let me know, Agent. I will do my utmost to compensate them!" His gentlemanly demeanor won over a number of people. The public was moved. [I get that the FBI wants to close the case, but why don't you find the real killer? Why are you harassing such a charitable man?] Miller looked at Silas, his expression grim. "If you'll just allow us to conduct a routine search of your club, and let all your fighters undergo a full-body scan, we'll release you immediately."

Killian kept moving. Rowan drove him back with a heavy paw strike that caught his shoulder and used the momentum to push him down toward the ground, and Killian went with the push in the way of a fighter who understood that resisting a force he could not match was less intelligent than moving through it, using the downward momentum to roll and come back up on a different angle, but Rowan was already adjusting, the decades of combat experience reading the movement before it completed and repositioning to meet it. The claw rake along Killian’s side produced a sound that I felt through the bond before I heard it, and the sound was significant and I knew it was significant and I did not close th

“You’re nothing but a crippled wolf! How dare you stand against me?” I lifted my chin, letting my voice ring out over the fire and the drums. “He already carries the Moon Goddess’s blessing. Look at yourself, Andrew—you’re the one who’s fallen. You’re the true cripple here.” The square erupted, voices rising in shock and fury. And then, in the chaos, Clara moved. She crept toward the Moonstone, her fingertips stretching toward its glow. The Elder’s staff struck the stone floor with a deafening crack. “Enough!”

“One of our suppliers went silent. And the Russians... they’re getting bold again.” “Russians.” Killian repeated. His sharp-eyes fixed at nothing with a dark hint inside those deep ocean eyes. Chris continued “We need to move before they do. Delay it and we risk losing territory.” “Lose, you say?” Killian rasped like a challenge. His dead gaze didn’t flicker, didn’t blink. Just burned through flesh like acid. Chris went silent for a moment. He knows how dangerous this man can be. It’s been years. They were trained in blood, bred to kill without hesitation but Killian? His methods turned vulgar, brutal and cruel beyond measure. He became something worse, something untamed and monstrous.

he said finally, voice low but fierce, “I think I know how to strike back. He wants me reckless. Let’s make sure he regrets underestimating us" "Now, let do that. We hit him where it hurt." Ivy said. Killian returned his gaze to the videos, watching, memorizing, letting the images fuel his resolve rather than break it. Every calculated beat of Robert Wolfe’s manipulation only hardened him. “You think you have me,” Killian whispered, voice raw but cold, “but you’ve just awakened the beast inside. And when I move… you won’t know what hit you.” He was ready. Not yet reckless, but ready. And Robert Wolfe’s first warnings were about to be met with a storm he had never imagined.