Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

He would kill every single one of his enemies. The three families were so frightened that they completely disregarded the brain matter splattered all over their bodies and faces. Kiran had crushed his hard skull. Was he even human? Kiran instilled in them a fear that reached the depths of their souls. Kiran ignored their reaction and looked up at the sky, saying sadly, “Another enemy has died.” At that moment, Kiran was like an emotionless killing machine. Regulus, whom he trampled to death, was just like an ant to him.

Garrik lingered for a moment before turning away without another word. Soren, however, lingered. “You did well,” he said quietly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. “But next time, don’t hesitate.” Lillian stiffened. “I didn’t—” “You did,” he cut in. “When the feral lunged, you hesitated for half a second. That’s the difference between killing and being killed.” A muscle in her jaw tightened. “I still won.” Soren gave her a long look, then nodded once. “This time.” Then he turned and disappeared into the trees.

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.

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.”

"Said someone put him up to it. I'm afraid my anger got the best of me before I could ask who put him up to it." Alec looked frustrated, but sighed in understanding. "I can't say I would'nt have done the same in your shoes." Alec grimaced, "But I would've been much cleaner about it." Alec and I were nearly identical in every way. The only thing that was different, was our personalities. Both of us enjoyed killing, fighting, and defending what was ours. The only difference was I was more blood thirsty than my brother, more feral in how I killed. Alec was more strategic. He could take anyone and anything down by simply looking them over for a moment. He preferred the smartest kill, while I sim