Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing. There's nothing that drives me wild with ecstasy than when I'm sent on a mission to eliminate specific targets. The thrill of killing people doesn't just come from taking them out, it's the faces they make as I choke the life out of them. It's really funny to see the doomed look on their faces after they're dead, I would laugh for hours unstop. Throughout my life, killing is the only thing I've known. I could vividly remember how my killing mania started and it was back when I was a little girl.

said Ash. Then more questions popped into my head. "What about the werewolves? Are they that hard to kill too?" "No," Nicor joined. "Snapping their necks or ripping their throats out usually gets the job done." My brows rose. "Usually?" "Alphas and uniquely strong wolves might regenerate even after snapping their necks or cutting their throats," Calvel added. I frowned, collecting their words in my head. "There's another thing I don't understand... Hunter once said that no one uses guns in the Dark Realm, but Gus, our driver, pulled out the gun to shoot the wolves."

"That's the same thing." "It's not the same thing," he said, and for the first time tonight his voice had an edge to it. "Killing is what Vane did to thirty wolves who never raised a hand against anyone. What I did tonight was a debt being paid. You can disagree with the method. You don't get to make them equal." I didn't say anything to that because I was thinking about my father at fifty-three with a heart that had never failed him and a neighbor who had seen something he was never supposed to see.

I heard the brass key slip from Mom's hand and clatter loudly onto the floor. The medic slowly removed his stethoscope, his voice dropping to a low, heavy murmur. "I'm so sorry. The child has no vital signs." ---

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

However, something about having people who would always have your back and never abandon you no matter how rough life becomes sounded like something he wanted to have. “Anyway,” Sasha cleared her throat in embarrassment at creating such a sombre atmosphere. “That’s what my father told me. You can think of it as an old man rambling. But I think killing is a way of protecting. It’s a good thing sometimes. It’s like weeding a garden so the cabbages can grow up tasty.” Laughing at the comparison of murdering to gardening, Zen felt the knot in his heart finally ease up. If butchering was a method of nourishing the body and soul through cooking, killing was akin to hunting the pests in the garden

Low and genuine, the kind that came from something actually landing, and I watched his shoulders drop slightly with it in the way they did when he was genuinely caught off guard by something funny. "Leon," he said, and the warmth in the way he said the name was the warmth of someone who had known a person long enough to find them genuinely funny without finding them foolish. "I appreciate the commitment. I do." "But?" Leon said. "Killing an Alpha is not the same category as anything else you've done." Ravin said it without diminishing him, the tone of a fact rather than a correction. "You are a great gamma warrior. One of the best I have. That is not flattery, it is accurate." He paused. "Bu

These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.

“and that is an enough reason for me to want to kill the fucking dick.” “Then why did you choose to deal with him?” She asked. “Couldn’t you have just killed him? You know…” “Killing him would have been easy. You know when there is fire in your chest, and that fire is somewhat eating you out inside. Killing him would be like pouring water over the fire. It would take a while to get off, but it would leave steam behind. I want to do it nice and slow, and I want to see him suffer through it. The man deserves to do so.” Lia simply nodded in understanding, and taking her glass of orange juice, she took a sip out of it. Her hair was loose and curly over her back, but I could tell that she made su

Father, son, and one-quarter of the Coles family are dead now. Declan is still moving, slaughtering! He doesn't stop to breathe in the slightest. He has killed more than five hundred people in the space of three minutes. He appears to be killing them slowly. What greater pain is there to inflict on an opponent than making him or her see his or her death with his or her own eyes? This is what Declan is doing. He kills the first one hundred. He points at the next one hundred and mouths that they are next. Then, he moves, slaughtering them as they watch.