Killers Quote Novels & Stories

"I don't want to get my hands dirty. Say your last prayers, bitch 'cause this is where it's going to end." I once watched a film about two rival gangs. Their feud was almost eternal and they were always killing each other's men. It got to a head one day when the two leaders decided to face off. One pulled out a gun and began to make a long speech. While he kept talking, the other one pulled out his gun and shot him right in between the eyes. Once he was done, he shook his head and spoke to the dead man at his feet - If you want to shoot, shoot, don't talk.

“That doesn’t make any sense. You said my blood wasn’t that special.” “No, you said your blood wasn’t that special. Don’t try to quote me when you’re wrong.” I looked at him levelly until he broke and glanced down. And now I had to look at his delicate fanned-out eyelashes instead of his beautiful eyes, and I still had him pressed up against my body from chest to knees, and I wasn’t going to be able to keep it together much longer. “I’m a killer. I’m not ashamed of it and I don’t usually care that much. But that doesn’t mean…” I still hadn’t answered his question. We both knew it, even though he’d misquoted me. “There’s you and there’s everyone else,” I finally said. “That’s all there is to

he asked. --- The man’s gaze didn’t waver. --- “That’s what we’re trying to find out.” --- We. --- That word hit harder than anything else. --- “You’re working with them,” I said. --- “Yes.” --- No hesitation. No denial. --- “Why?” --- His expression didn’t change. --- “Because they’re right.” --- Silence. --- “They’re killing innocent people,” Kael snapped. --- “No,” the man said calmly. “They’re sending a message.”

His voice cut through my thoughts, cold and sharp like a knife. I drew back on reflex, before snapping out. "What?" "Haven't you never heard the word 'no' before?" Shut up, Elena. For God's sake, shut up. He laughed drily, folding his hands over his chest. “I hear that too often. The guy who I killed tonight said that over and over again, till he couldn't say it anymore." A cold shiver ran down my spine. My courage faltered. "So are you going to kill me too?"

Due to lack of breath and cold embracing her Zara passed out. “Bye, bye, Zara Darling…” Were the killers last words she heard Seeing Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish and brought it towards her chest….

“Tsk!” Many guests scoffed. Kaze was just dumped. Yet, he threatened Hunter with death. He sure did not know his place. Darcy was furious. “Are you a serial killer, Kaze? Do you think killing Madam Quint and Joan makes you invincible? Do you think you can do whatever you want? “Mind your own business. I know the type of person Mr. Yaphet is more than you. “Who are you to lecture him?”

“Oh God, why did you kill him?” “Werewolves have no mercy, Cassidy. We can kill anyone who we think must die.” He emphasized the last word, nose flaring as if to warn me to stay back. I did take a step backward. “Okay then....” I took a deep breath and forced an exasperated smile at him. His eyes squinted because of my reaction. Does he really think I would still back out because of that? “There must be a reason why you killed that man.”

The doors closed with the car turning. “Take this. Get to the house, lock yourself in and hide. These are deadly trained killers. They never let a target go. Knowing they have taken half of us out, they will hit soon. We don't want to also worry about you.” I nodded my head, it was all I could do, it seemed. Deadly trained killers. Won’t let go. It was all I heard from all the words spoken. I was so out of it I kept nodding my head even when none of them were talking, the gun heavy in my hands.

I said studying Kiara’s expression “what are you afraid of? You have nothing to lose, and you aren’t even a child who would end up going to some foster care or adoption…” “I am not a killer, Alessio. If you want to be one, not everyone has to be” I debated, I could either keep this going or keep stay quiet and let the thought run through her mind. The second option seemed more appealing to me, arguing right now wasn’t something that I wanted to do. Especially since I already planned on killing the man. He was an enemy, and whether or not Kiara liked it, Kyle Anderson was going to meet his fate either way.