Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

King said, and laughed. Jake’s gun was out before anyone could react, pulling the trigger and emptying the cartridge into King’s body. It sent ripples through the dark as Dominic’s men stepped into position, firing their guns at the Night Stalkers. Jake didn’t flinch but he found himself face-to-face with King. His hand wrapped around the man’s neck, blood spilling from his gaping mouth. King coughed up blood but grinned. “She’ll forever be tainted by me.” “No, she won’t. She’ll survive but none of you will,” Jake said, and snapped King’s neck.

Power truly was the greatest influence yet. The king chuckled, a genuine expression of amusement crossing his features. Gwen couldn't help but blush at the sound. Her exclamation had been sincere, a testament to the king's ability to captivate with his storytelling. Despite his penchant for teasing, he possessed the ability to enchant even the most skeptical listener. He did well to unnerve with his teasing, but he, as well, could charm as easily with simple words. He truly was a masterful storyteller. "My grandfather believed that power should be shared among his sons, but tragically, before he could implement his plan, his second and third sons killed each other in a duel." The king recoun

Evelyn said, her finger outstretched towards the regal figure who was to be their prey. Their sights were set on Alaric, for he was the key to their victory. The King's demise was their ultimate goal, and they knew that eliminating Alaric would pave the way to success. Victor nodded at the same time, grinning and hugging his wife's waist after whispering horrible words to her. "We shouldn't just kill the King, dear. We should also kill their Queen. We shall extinguish all vampires of royal and noble lineage!"

I can't argue that it would be a bad thing if she were dead, since she clearly liked to cause trouble. "So you have traitors inside you own territory?" "We have since investigated everyone within the premises and those conspiring against me have since been slaughtered," he tells me simply. Instead of sounding guilty or regretful for what he is done. My stomach churns uncomfortably, the thought of Kailor's men viciously killing people due to their affiliation with Vaia making me want to be sick at the King's feet. None of them deserve a fate that...Final. "Tai really is nothing like you," I growl lowly, no longer frightened of what Kailor is capable of doing to m.

Everyone had one question: who killed him and why? ‘Friends!’, he cried again to attract attention. Everyone looked at him. ‘ I know, you don’t know me. Neither do you consider me as one of yours? But tonight a crime has been committed. Your king has been murdered.’ Again whispering arose. ‘ Who killed him?’, someone asked. -‘Where is Karseus?’, another one joined. -‘Why should we listen to whatever you have to say? Who are you?’, the third one put in.

"Kill you?" Yang Xiao’s face was frosty. The King of Killers’ face was distorted with hatred, “That’s right, kill me if you can! Kill me if you can, say hello to your mother for me if I die!” "Damn it, you old b*stard!" Yang Xiao kicked again. As expected, the assassin king once more collapsed on the ground. But his face was still full of provocation. Those who didn’t know would think the King of Killers was masochistic. What he didn’t know was that the King of Killers was gambling that Yang Xiao wouldn’t kill him to find out the truth.

"You know, killing you would be too easy for you. One bullet through your head and what, you don't even feel it? Nah." King immediately pointed the gun towards Rebecca. "No!" Hunter was about to react but everyone in the room pulled out their guns and pointed it towards him, all except Joe, who was holding Rebecca by her upper arm. "You really think you could lay one finger on me and these men will stand here and watch you do it?" King asked him. "I am the King. No one touches the king. "And you? I made you, and I can destroy you. Just like that, and no one would even noticed you're gone. Because no one cares about you, I was the only one that cared and you went behind my back and humiliated