Killer Instinct Moves Novels & Stories

And the body of another man lay facedown near the living room entrance… unmoving. He's dead. My breath stuttered. Kelvin didn’t slow. Two more intruders appeared near the kitchen. Kelvin pulled me behind him, stepping forward. He didn’t fight like a man reacting. He fought like a robot whose main code is to defend his territory. Every movement was precise. Efficient. Ruthless. One swung…. Kelvin sidestepped, grabbed him by the shirt, and drove his knee into the man’s stomach. The air left him in a choked gasp.

“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.

Five men, faces wrapped in gauze and black cloth, moved like shadows, silent, synchronized assassins. The first lunged. Leo didn’t think, he moved. He ducked low and slammed his fist into the attacker’s knee. A crack. A howl. He ripped the man’s knife from his belt and drove it into his throat. He didn’t even blink. The second came from behind. Leo twisted, inhumanly fast, and caught the man mid-air, slamming him against the concrete wall with a bone-splitting crunch. Blood painted the light switch. The venom. It wasn’t killing him. It was unlocking something.

Dora stood up and disappeared to the kitchen, Grace could only pray she was going to finally let her go but her fear reached its peak when Dora appeared yet again with Chill source and salt “No, Dora please no" she cried but Dora went in front of her and began applying the chill and salt on all the cuts she had inflicted on her. Grace screamed out in agony for her to stop but the more she screamed, the harder she robbed the chili and salt “If it was any other person you killed I would have gone easy on you but you see Ben was very important to me so I want you to feel every bit of the pain I felt when you killed him”. Grace tried not to scream anymore, she held her breath suddenly wishing fo

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

But when I stared in the flames, I felt a slight shock in the ground. A vibrating that didn't come from an animal. I looked at Kael. He felt it too. His hands rest quietly on his Knee, but his eyes looked for the darkness of the jungle. Vibrating came at regular intervals. Boom... boom... boom. “That’s not a pirscher,” I whispered and instinctively drew my kinetic pistol. “No,” Kael replied, his voice was glacial and dark. “These are steps of something mechanical. Great. The consortium seems to have more than just

But before we could capitalize, Killian twisted away, his movements unnervingly fluid, and countered with a swipe that sent us sprawling. Mac hit the ground hard, the air forced from our lungs as we rolled through the snow. The icy sting of the ground barely registered through the haze of pain. Killian circled us, his massive frame cutting an imposing silhouette against the storm. His golden eyes never left ours, calculating, predatory. Every step he took was a reminder of his dominance, a wolf who knew no equal. “Careful,” I warned, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. “He’s not like the others.”

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she screamed, leveling the rifle. Killian didn't wait. He moved with the speed of a High Alpha who had nothing left to lose. He didn't use his claws; he used his sheer mass, tackling Sarah as she fired. The pulse-round went wide, hitting a quartz pillar and causing a chain reaction of shattering glass. CRACK. The floor beneath them gave way. "Killian!" I screamed. He was dangling over a pit of absolute darkness, one hand gripping the edge of the salt-shielded floor, the other holding Sarah’s wrist as she dangled over the abyss.

Clumps of damp earth flew directly into my eyes. "Listen to me, Doll," Killian commanded harshly. He grabbed the sides of my face, forcing me to look at him. His pale gray eyes were completely devoid of any softness. They were the cold, dead eyes of a ruthless killer preparing for war. "You have to run." I shook my head frantically, my eyes wide with absolute terror. I grabbed the thick fabric of his dark sweater, my knuckles turning completely white. "No," I rasped, my broken voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the gunfire tearing the forest apart.