Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

He ripped out their hearts and some he chopped off their heads, but they kept on coming like some mindless zombies, like they didn't see their comrades dying. Like headless flies, they rushed towards us in attack, my men had already adjusted themselves and began killing. After a few trials and errors, they realized that this new species could only be killed by ripping out their hearts or chopping off their heads. My eyes narrowed, focused on the distracted Casmir who had a sick grin on his face. It was now or never, gathering my strength in my leg, I lunged at him quickly. He barely dodged in time, my claws slicing across his chest and sending him crashing into the dirty floor.

Men are often happiest suggesting violence when they think someone else will be the one required to enact it. Morrow snorted. “And if they’re not alone?” “Then we kill more of them.” That got a few mutters, some genuine, most not. I straightened slowly and wiped my hands on a rag already blackened beyond redemption. “Easy to say in daylight.” Kian’s face shifted slightly, not enough for a human to see, more than enough for me. “You saying we shouldn’t?” “I’m saying talking about killing is not the same thing as doing it.” I tossed the rag down onto the workbench. “And talking loud about it doesn’t make you less scared.”

"They want us to kill him." ​Julian’s face went pale. He looked at the spot where the image had been. "They didn't say kill. They said erase. There’s a difference in the supernatural world, but the result is the same. He won't exist anymore." ​"I’m not an assassin, Julian," I said, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "I’m a survivor. I didn't fight Silas for ten lives just to become a hitman for someone else."

Killing things—even inanimate objects—gets me off. Before I was hired by T.H.E.M., I was known as the Preying Mantis due to my proclivity of killing men mid-coitus. Jason is just about the only man I’ve ever had sex with more than once that I have not had the urge to kill. Duke Anderson in Tennessee was a close second to getting that distinct honor, but considering I did end up having to kill him—even though I felt really bad about it—kinda disqualifies him from actually getting the trophy.

My eyes flickered with the scheme. ‘You’re giving her another reason to bully us! It’s better if we will end her life so she will learn her lesson.’ I heard Alice trying to change my mind. I was flabbergasted and tempted but my conscience was hitting on my head. Killing someone was more different than slapping someone. I didn’t see myself killing my enemy using both of my hands, it might be traumatic. ‘Alice, I don’t see any reason for us to kill her. It’s beyond me!’

LXXXIII: Heaven and Earth Knox's POV He might have fooled everyone but not me. He might have been able to lie and make himself a hero, but not to me. I was there. I've seen how Kelly, Vladimir and Mishka were killed, and it only came to my mind how they are exactly the same. They were all stabbed in the same places and the murderer used the same type of knife. This isn't just an ordinary paid assassin but a psychopathic killer who has a pattern. He liked killing and he mastered it.

Maya might fear me after this—I realize that now, but I lost it the second I knew they intended to fuck her. Maya's eyes dart around the scene until she finally glances up at me with her eyebrows knitted together. "You killed them..." I pick up the keys to our door. "I rather end them before they become an even bigger problem." Silence falls, and I walk for the door with a cluttered mind. In my world, it's kill or be killed. The weakling dies, while the strongest survives, but I understand if Maya thinks I'm a psychopath. Humans have this weird sense of what is right and wrong—harming their kind is strictly forbidden no matter how terrible the victim, but slaughtering an innocent pig? Humans

More than that, she found some hypocrisy in what Kali said. “Tell that to your Ra’ventrii!” she blurted out. “She’s the one who’s been indiscriminately killing my people! My blood! Spilled and wasted across systems. If she can wipe away tens of billions of lives, then so can I!” “Ah, I see, so it’s a contest between you two, then,” Kali rebutted. “Which of you can kill the most people. And I suppose there’s gonna be a crown at the end, to see who’s more monstrous. I see now. That must be that drogar honor you’ve been talking about.”

Fueled by old rage, I emptied more bullets into the self-proclaimed legitimate asshole of the Kins family. Gunpowder and blood filled the air. The sounds of gunshots, bones cracking, and screams;somehow, it was all therapeutic. The smell of violence. I continued to aim, breaking bones with precision. If I had the time, I would slow their deaths;dragging them into agony. Slow and painful was always the best punishment for insignificant humans who killed for pleasure. The Kins Factor wasn’t the worst anyway. The Each Sage Factor was the real master of all this. I don’t go after enemies who don’t disturb my sleep.

Humphries. Tingles ran up my arm. Sven had shown me how to fight, but he hadn’t shown me how it felt to kill. The cold, raw power of it. The way the blood rushes electric through one’s body. Though I remembered Mr. Humphries, killing him had been different. It hadn’t been combat. I couldn’t think of these beings as people; I had to think of them as targets. If I didn’t kill them, they would infect or kill Alkin.