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.

Now the scary part was what we had to do, what we were left to do. Mason's fear was centred particularly on one burning question. He had many, of course, but that one stood out. It was whether we would have to cross the line and go extreme. In simpler words, whether we would be able to kill if we had to. Now, this scared me cause I had never even came close to killing anyone. I felt it was easier to see movies and watching killing happen...and honestly, it never seemed like a big deal. Mostly it just seemed like mere actions, at most, it was grotesque. I knew killing was way more than that. It meant taking a life, ending something that defined your own existence. No matter how it was done, o

Her eyes also glowed with the intent to kill. Although Miren has received training to engage in hand-to-hand combat, she is in no way comparable to firearms. Guns are the most lethal of all weapons; if a person is struck by a bullet and the bullet then travels to a potentially lethal location, that person will almost certainly perish. Since she was aware of Marik's intention to kill, she was unable to readily forgive him for his actions.

Not only that, the body parts that were forcibly pulled out by Kean were scattered everywhere, mixed with the internal organs that were first splattered with blood. Lexio experienced deja vu; he simply realized that Kean's method of killing was the same.In essence, he preferred bare hands, and the difference was that Kean was more dominant with folding knives, while he was a dagger. "Uh, is he done yet?" Lexio's black eyes, fixed on the blood-soaked Kean, began to walk away from the room. Lexio did not follow, knowing that Kean wanted to be alone. This time his brain was thinking about something—how to meet Alvaro since he no longer lived with Kean.

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

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.

The shaft was filled with nasty, stinking sewage. I had a hunch about what he was planning. Marina paled further. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. Even if I die, she's not coming back. You don't get to see her again." Anthony laughed. It was a creepy, bone-chilling sound. Then, with a slight shove, he sent her tumbling into the muck like a broken doll. Her scream echoed in the shaft. "Why bother? You treated me like dirt when I was alive, and now you're avenging me? It's too late. This is meaningless," I sighed, stepping back.

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!