Killer The Game Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

Before Viktor could react, Nero’s hand slid into his coat, and in one fluid, merciless motion, his pistol barked thunder into the gym. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed off the cracked walls, sharp and final. Viktor’s two men were not fast enough unlike Nero, and before they could aim, they had already dropped instantly, blood pooling dark against the gym floor. Silence crashed down, broken only by the hiss of the crushed cigarette in Viktor’s hand as ash fell onto his boot. Nero holstered his gun with elegant precision, as though nothing had happened. His smile returned, cold and cutting. “It seems you have some cleaning to do,” he said looking at the corpses. “Consider us even.”

All I could see was brown, cream, and black. “Where...where...is she?” I coughed out. It felt like razor blades were slicing through the back of my throat with each hack of my cough. “You have to find her before Kroll finds you. Don’t you remember you are playing a game?” “How do I win?” The game...he did say we were going to play a game. “You can’t.” Her voice dropped; was she sad for me? “His whole life has consisted of killing people out of the blue. How could you have been so stupid?”

However, what he did not know was that James the man with Stanley and Dennis had intended to keep him alive so that his boss Kyle would take his own sweet time to settle scores with him making the man who calls himself The Kill regret that he was ever born. Otherwise, The Kill would not have survived James's full wrath. The Kill as he calls himself was a foreigner. He was a very known assassin on the dark web. He was only eight years old when he was abducted and trained to be an assassin. Out of one hundred and fifty nine kids, he was the only one who made it out. Many feared his name The Kill as every time he is seen, he brings death. His victims are mostly big men and people in power. But

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

Logan steps up to him and takes the piece of paper from him before reading it out loud to us all. "Emma, it's been some time since we said goodbye and I've enjoyed this little game of ours very much and although it will soon be over I want us to play one more game as our last goodbye and if you win you may not die. The game is called hunt the killer and I've left you your first clue somewhere in your room. You need to be quick at finding the clues and working them out to stand a chance of finding your killer, I'll even start you off with a little hint. The killer is closer than you could ever imagine! now you better hurry up and get started piggy, you don't have much time, see you soon Jx" "

Wrapping his arm around me possessively, Kirill kissed my temple and said, “Let it go little Alpha; I got you covered and will always be by your side.” His cell phone started ringing and he excused himself from my side as he went to take the call. Keeping my eyes on him I saw the flash of pain in his gaze before he said a firm okay. “What is it?” I asked him, gaining everyone's attention. Collecting himself Kirill announced that Kellen was found dead underneath the rubble of Nash's destroyed home. “He was a traitor,” he said without emotion and I went to him and hugged his waist. “What of his demon mates,” I asked curiously.

“But don’t worry. I like liars. They make the game more interesting.” Her pulse hammered, every nerve betraying her training. She told herself it was strategy, that playing along was safer than pushing back. But the truth was more dangerous. She noticed him, noticed the strength of his palm, the way his thigh brushed hers, the subtle command in his movements. She hated that her body responded. She hated it even more when his head dipped lower, his breath feathering across her neck.

Kyle was shocked to see his sister being held on the waist like a little girl. He was playing video games on his phone when they entered and was more shocked when the man that held her removed his dark glasses. Kyle can't help the shock that escaped his mouth. The man before him was like a Mafia male god in a video game. He's an ardent video game player, he knows every Character in such games by heart. "Sis, did you rent Diego Romero the Mafia male god to cure me?" He asked in wonderment.

He was going to kill our Mate, and he would pay with his life. Killian's eyes widened as he saw me charging forward in hospital scrubs. If we weren't in the middle of a war, I would've laughed at how silly I must've looked. The Hunter raised his gun and aimed it at my chest. I could see when the first shot left the Hunter's gun, and I could hear it as it whizzed by my ear. Killian snarled and worked even harder to kill the four rogues that attacked him, his eyes focused on me.