Killer Sans Stages Novels & Stories

My hands shook violently, smearing red across the white porcelain sink. Once it was clean, I stood in front of the mirror. Look at yourself. My face—haunted. Pale. Eyes wide with fear, madness lurking beneath the surface. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths. It’s come to this, hasn’t it… I couldn’t let them suspect me. I needed to flip the story. I needed to survive this. And I would. I always did. Without hesitation, I picked up the knife again. My perfect, flawless hand trembled in the air. Slowly, deliberately, I raised my right arm and dragged the blade across the skin, slicing deep enough to make it look real.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

********** FLASHBACK The mission had been quick, but a little messy. Her target was a mid-level dealer, sloppy, greedy, and stupid enough to steal from the Boss. Kyla had expected an easy kill. What she hadn’t expected was for the bastard to pull a knife and lunge like he had something to live for. She took the gash on her thigh without flinching. Two minutes later, he was lying on the floor with a bullet through his skull, staged perfectly as suicide. She even left the note. No one would dig too deep; those kinds of deaths happened too often to matter in her world.

“Always. It’s instinct, the quickest way to kill.” He walks around him slowly, tapping different points on Seth’s body. “If they miss the throat, they go for the stomach, which is soft and easy to rip. If you’re down, they’ll go for the thighs or back of the knees. Disable you. Then rip your insides out.” Seth stays quiet, jaw tense. Kieran continues, returning to stand in front of Seth. “I’m training you to survive the first five seconds. You react fast, or you die fast.”

Blue marks. Red was shrinking. Green was growing. Blue connected them like veins. The guardian visited often. Checking progress. Offering guidance. "The disease is ending in stages," she explained one night. We sat around a fire. Tired but satisfied. "Stage one was physical symptoms. Fever. Weakness. Death. That's ninety percent resolved now." "What's stage two?" Kael asked. "Shadow anchors. Concentrated corruption. What you're clearing now. That's seventy percent complete." "And stage three?"

Killian looked at the ceiling as he caught his breath, still coming down from his orgasm. " We need to talk and this time, you will listen to me." He stated.

It sounded like he was going to kill the Rahels! “Kingsley, don’t be rash!” Some audience members sensed that something was wrong, so they got up and stopped him. The staff also felt that something was wrong. Many of them immediately ran to the stage to stop Kingsley from anything stupid. But it was too late. Kingsley promptly took out two daggers, pointed them at the Rahels’ hearts, and stabbed them with great force! Whoosh! Whoosh! Two whooshing sounds were heard. Kingsley just killed the Rahels, and he had done it neatly. The whole progress was even broadcasted live!

The scent of death radiated from the walls and the floor. The excitement and fear mixed thoroughly to dread, and I felt sick. As Philip led us closer, I noticed small cameras on the walls. Wanting to publicize the moment. There was a click of a door from under the tall stage, and out waltzed Kael with several of his men in tow. One with gray hair and a scar over his left eye. Kael’s beta. I was told he was dead. By his posture and the look in his eyes, I knew he was the man who tried to kill me. Anger rose swiftly, and I fisted my hands at my sides.

Stage 1 proves physical strength. Stage 2 proves survival, instinct, and control. No one who fails Stage 2 returns the same… if they return at all. My fingers tightened around the page. My heart skipped. “Survival…” I whispered. Theo crouched in front of me. “Yes,” he said softly. “Stage 2 is not a fight. It’s worse.” My throat went dry. “What do you mean… worse?” Kael answered this time. “It’s not about beating someone,” he said. “It’s about surviving what is thrown at you. Your mind… your body… your wolf.”

Kael's expression changed. "...It woke again." "So she really touched it." Lila's breathing stopped. Kael nodded once. "The first chain is broken." "The second won't last much longer." Lila swallowed. "What happens when all the chains break?" Kael didn't answer. He looked toward the ceiling. "When kingdoms remember...people die." ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Back at the campsite, Cassian suddenly opened his eyes. He knew something felt wrong. He sat up quietly, looking at the fire, almost dead.