Killer The Game Novels & Stories

I glared at her, gathered every bit of moisture left in my mouth, and spat right into her face. "Just save it," I growled as best I could, my eyes burning with quiet disdain. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it, now!" Kierra wiped her face, her eyes turning bloodshot with rage as she delivered a stinging slap across my cheek. "Wanna die? Oh, I'm not gonna let you off that easy," Kierra purred, her lips curling into a sick smile. "Let's play a game instead. If both you and I end up kidnapped, who do you think Julian is going to save first?"

Kyler eyed the beer and smirked. “You know, that’s dollar store--” “Shut up. Fair warning--I’m going to destroy you.” “In your dreams, four eyes.” “I’m not wearing my glasses.” “Once a four eyes always a four eyes.” The game loaded, and for the next hour, they completely forgot about the outside world. “Your combo timing is shit,” Kyler commented as Silas’s character got pummeled by a boss. “Your strategy is nonexistent. You just button mash.”

Let's see how long she can hold this her cold facade for. She wanted a game? Fine. He’d play. **** As Killian turned to pour himself another drink, his phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: You should be careful, Killian. You’re not the only one playing the game. His grip tightened on the glass. His heart didn’t speed up—Killian Hayes doesn't panic—but there was a sense of alertness that filled him. A sudden tension. He typed a response. Killian: Who the hell is this? Three dots appeared.

I watched sadly as his eyes closed in death. Another line was drawn and this mad killing continued till they killed off the fourth boy, leaving them with only one boy. Perhaps, the winner of the game. “What is your name?" Killian asked as he began to untie the boy. “Chris," he muttered in a quivering voice. "Chris," Lucian muttered and chuckled. Killian dragged him to his feet but his wobbly feet threw him down to the floor again. The two brothers smirked as they watched him struggle to get up.

Killian: “Sergio Diaz, just the man that I was looking for.” I said, glaring at the man before shooting one of his bodyguards. The man’s body fell, hitting the ground as blood poured from his head. Vladimir did the same to the other one, watching as he fell to the ground, taking his last breath before Sergio had time to process what was going on.

"I guess I'm no use to you dead." I sighed, "you see, that's where you're wrong. Dead, you could fetch me rougly five hundred grand. It's a win-win." "But you need me alive." "Depends." "On?" "If you're going to talk." I drew closer. "Grigori Nowak, where is he hiding?" He remained silent. Sighing, I brought a knife down on his naked thigh and dragged an ugly slash through his skin and muscle, even deeper than the last one.

"Stop playing games with me, or you'd rather wait for me to snap your neck before you tell me the f**k who you are?" Kira shrugged his hands off and glared at him. She wondered why he was hellbent on knowing why she had seen him killing the poor girl. Just as she had imagined, he was indeed pompous, but he was also a killer. Kira shrugged, "I am playing no games with you. I just wanted you to know I saw everything that happened." Trevor's eyes darkened as he stood before her, and his hand moved to clasp her shoulder. Kira saw him from the corner of her eyes, and she swerved. Reflexively, she dodged an incoming blow and ducked as he sprinted toward her.

Behind him, three Reapers descended, their movements jagged and unnatural. "Killian!" I screamed, running toward him. He pushed himself up, his breath a ragged rasp. "Sienna... get to the vault! The Elders... they’re right behind me!" I fired my Glock, dropping the lead Reaper with a shot to the throat, but the other two were already upon us. Killian engaged them with a primal roar, his blade a silver blur in the darkness. He wasn't just fighting; he was a hurricane of violence, fueled by a desperation that transcended the formula.

“But now that you know what I really am, amore mio, the game has changed.” She backed up a nervous step. Montez stifled a scoff, though the look in his eyes said it all. Just what had she been expecting? “Do you know how many people I’ve let into this very chamber?” he asked. “Three. Enzo, and two of my most trusted kill-men. And now… you.” He took a step closer, closing the space between them. Her chest was heaving in fear. “Sadly, you can’t unsee what you saw. You can’t unknow what you now know.” A small smirk slipped across his lips. “And you certainly can’t walk away. A signed contract is the only way I can be certain of that.”

And that only confirmed that they actually killed the girls. “She should know what she is in for and that I'm actually doing her a favour. It doesn't matter if she’s our m…” he stopped speaking midway and then he gritted his teeth hard. “I will kill her if she somehow fails the games and gets eliminated. Rules are Rules.” I gulped and I felt fear coursing through my body. I was scared and terrified. Kael looked so angry and I knew that he meant every word. Why was he angry and did they necessarily have to kill the girls? Of course, nothing would happen. Kael and Jarek were werewolf Alphas.