Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

"Only man I know of willing to walk in a room full of men being at a clear disadvantage, then drawing a gun without warning, killing a bunch of people-" "Hey hey! Don't twist facts. I only killed two! That is not a bunch of people." "What does count as a bunch of people for killing? Word is one is too many." "I don't know maybe ten? No one wrote a book on killing you know!" "Pretty certain it did pop up in a book. The bible said not to kill at all you know."

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.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

"It was all a mistake, but you, you did all of these intentionally, and now you're trying to blackmail me…" "Woah, woah. You're saying that, I did all I did intentionally, and that I'm trying to blackmail you. Yo, newsflash, that's two big unproven accusations. At least your premeditated attempted murder of our father was a proven fact…" "I was only pointing out the difference between the two glaring scenarios since you wanna start digging up the ghosts from my past, bring them up to haunt me now, and you're also trying to compare my actions then, to your creepy actions now. And if I even killed him, I killed one man, but you killed thousands, how is that quantifiable, and comparable, for fu

Bruce asked. “Well, that’s not really how it works for us. And if somebody takes a shot at me, I can’t let that stand. I’m clearly outnumbered, but once I have a gun things get a bit more even. But I mean, I can’t just kill another pack’s Alpha. It would be insanity right,” I say, making gestures with my hands. “One would think,” Bruce says, as the crowd gets a bit rowdy. I don’t like the fact that I am coming off as nonchalant about killing. Especially when the bastard had it really coming, but that doesn’t play well right now.

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"

I shoved Dad aside, pointed at them, and shouted, "I'll never go along with this! If you even think about touching Grandma, I'll jump off this building to show everyone how shameless you all are!" Dad shot me a look of disgust. "How can you say something so cruel? How can you just sit there and watch someone die? Your grandma could be doing something good. Plus, going through the regular process takes too long. If she donates willingly, it'll be done right away." I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sure, you're such a saint for having your mom save someone's life!" Dad raised his hand like he was about to hit me. I saw it coming, so I threw everything in my arms at him, my eyes burning with tears

the man in front sneered, exchanging a knowing glance with his companions. They fanned out, surrounding her, cutting off any avenue of escape. "No need to be scared, baby," he whispered, his breath hot and fetid on her face. "Let me take you to heaven…" He lunged. But before his hands could grasp her, Isabella reacted, her movements fueled by adrenaline and desperation. She drew the knife from her sleeve in a swift motion, slashing at the man's arm with a yell. “Don't touch me!" "Damn, this one's got claws!" he growled, but instead of recoiling, his grin widened, a perverse admiration gleaming in his eyes as he stared at the blood welling on his skin.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Mom, no!" However, she didn't listen. She left me behind. With surprising agility, she climbed over the window and jumped without hesitation. Just like Ivy, Martha, and David, Linda made the same choice. She ended her life decisively. I rushed toward her. For a split second, I caught a corner of her clothing. Then, it slipped from my hands. I watched her fall like a butterfly with broken wings. I saw her figure become smaller and smaller until it was just a small black dot on the ground.

“Evelyn, I only wanted to share my happiness. Why are you so cold to me? Are you… jealous?” Her eyes filled with tears, and then she actually started to cry. I reached out to push her aside, but she dropped to the floor with a thud, sobbing louder. “Why would you hit me, Evelyn? I’m your cousin!” Andrew rushed to Clara like lightning. The moment he saw her on the ground in tears, his eyes blazed with fury. “Evelyn! How could you bully your own cousin? What a heartless female werewolf!” I looked at Clara, then at him, and let out a cold laugh.