Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

they can surely be cut loose, and sharpened. A thrust with a spear wouldn't count as me killing her, would it? I mean... it wouldn't be my claws, so my hands would still be clean, right? Father had never killed anyone with anything besides his hands. Those men who shot at Rayla's pack were the first I'd ever known to kill using something else, and it horrified me to watch. But they were cowards -- this was different. Wasn't it? "Tiefing. Please listen to me" the woman was saying. I could feel her softly approaching me, could feel her breath as though it was right on the back of my neck.

Nevertheless, killing was not in her nature, a fact she constantly reiterated every time Eran tried to teach her how to use a bow. Lyda was different. For as long as Adea knew her, Lyda respected all life just the same as her, yet somewhere deep beneath her skin was a faint capacity to kill. While Adea would express neither fear nor admiration for an insect in the garden, Lyda would see it as a parasite and would not hesitate to crush it beneath her foot. Though this always disgusted Adea, the killing of such minuscule and insignificant creatures was the only bad thing her sister had done as far as she was concerned.

Elena was unaffected by her father's words because she is rude to her father's cruel words and now it didn't pierce her heart like they used to do but Aiden was seething in anger to hear such words about her lady love. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut and I hope you are aware of what damage I can bring to your pack," Aiden said smirking at Brian who knows very well that Aiden was not a normal man and he could take him down without any mercy. Brian was the one who supported Aiden and Elena's love relationship because he wants to hold some leverage against Elena and if the words go out then Alpha Zane would kill Aiden and Brian both. Aiden was not afraid to die for his love but Brian was ve

But it seemed there was a dark side to Ryu that wasn’t visible. “Kenji enjoys killing humans, and you enjoy killing animals,” Kyoko concluded. “Enjoy? I do it for food. I enjoy hunting deer for sport. Don’t call me sadistic just because of that.” Ryu wouldn’t accept being compared to Kenji. To him, the value of an animal’s life and a human’s life was certainly different. “But you kill too.” Kyoko didn’t differentiate. “Tch, that’s sport. It also trains my skills. I can't allow my shooting skills to become dull. Target animals are more humane.” Ryu defended himself, but Kyoko merely shrugged, indicating she still wasn’t willing to accept that opinion.

He was the Coretti's Enforcer. If someone weren't paying their debts or if they needed to get a message out through violence or... someone's death. He is who they called. According to the rumors Nino Coretti wasn't a man to play around with, he killed more than a serial killer with anger issues. The last one was leaning against the wall twirling a switchblade in his hand expertly, looking like he was bored with everyone's existence. He had jet black hair and a face that reminded me of a sculpture of Apollo I'd seen on my last visit to the museum. Why were they all so bloody beautiful!

“Wow, very impressive analysis just by seeing some pictures. Now I know why they call you a genius. You got all the things right which was almost impossible without doing an autopsy or unless you were the Dr. Killer himself.”

Not much of a weapon, but better than nothing. The fight was short, brutal. My ribs screamed under every blow, but adrenaline blurred the pain. Kael slashed, kicked, bit like a cornered dog. When it ended, two were writhing on the ground, the third choking on his own blood. My hands trembled. The bottle slipped from my fingers, shattering. I’d killed before—rats, stray dogs, even once a man who tried to strangle me in my sleep. But every time, the weight pressed heavier.

I asked him. “What they said made sense. The stab was low, it suggests a woman. Most male wolves are tall. Also, it would make sense why his guard was low. Now we have a female killed in our hands. “I'm glad that we're inching closer to the answer. At least now we're looking for a woman. Do you feel like Warren's death might be connected to Thorton's?” I asked him. “Yes, I feel like that's a probability. Men prefer to kill with force while women prefer to kill subtly. Let's first get the results though so we know if there was any foul play in the death of my Alpha.”

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

The subsequent investigation was a slow, excruciating ordeal for Connor. The medical examiner's report was detailed and chilling. "Ms. Sylvia Kline died from massive blood loss combined with silver poisoning. She had been dismembered while still alive, with clear signs of repeated cutting and probing on the wounds, indicating the perpetrator's intent to prolong her suffering. "She had severe tearing in her lower body, from which traces of semen from four different werewolves were extracted. Drag marks, approximately 25 feet long, stretched from the southeast corner of the warehouse to the entrance.