Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

“You cannot compare those two things.” “Yes, I can. You see, you really don't know anything, do you?” He pauses. “You don't only commit murder when you drive a sword through someone's heart,” he says, and I swallow. “You can kill someone with the things you say, and how you treat them.”

He spots Zombie as well and, true to form, takes it upon himself to take him down. I hold my breath as they both draw their weapons, not wanting even to get close to the other, each with a clear shot at the opponent. It is a race… who pulls the trigger first? They are both ready to die, willing to take their brother with them. How can it be so easy to contemplate killing your own kin?

I frowned. “Right and wrong are based on perspectives,” He answered. I narrowed my eyes on him. “There’s a thin line between killing someone because you have to, and killing someone because you enjoy it, Catherine” “No matter what you say, killing is still wrong” I shook my head. “So, killing is bad and wrong?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Of course it is,” I answered with no hesitation. “If I hold a gun to your head right now and tell you that I will kill you, the only chance you have to survive is if you kill me” He explained.

It was like getting splashed with water. Not "like"—he was splashed with a little water. Ray exhaled silently. Killing an ability user was really no easy task. Hmm… time to try another approach.

He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling. "I think that's enough, Dragon Slayer," said a man touching my back. Immediately my and everyone's Killing Intent was gone. I canceled my attack. Behind me was the man in the black trench coat. His Killing Intent was sharp and condensed that it cut through the mist like it was paper. When two strong Killing Intents clash, it tends to cancel each other. The other way is to condense it into a single focal point, like an arrow or like the knife the man in the trench coat had to my back. I didn't even notice him until it was too late. "There's already five of you." I returned my sword to its sheath.

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

There was no need to kill her for tripping over me. While thinking about it logically, I felt like freaking out by how calm I was watching my first death at close range, which was also done by my mate. I mean I killed a bunny or four in my life but that had been for meals. Then again, I think I must have unconsciously prepared myself for this. Earlier today, I was thinking about the stories about Zaliver being a cold killer. I guess I had expected him to do something like this one day but just not so soon.

Stupid creatures! I left and let them all there. I went home to my apartment, I didn't want to go to school anymore because I knew they would never come back and they would take care of the funeral of my dead classmate. Five of my classmates died instantly. Who would be better off killing from them next? Ace or Clark? Or my ex boyfriend, Hunter. Hmm. I think, I want the latter.

Berry merely looked down as the two started to glare at each other. “If there’s one thing I’m sure of,” started Blame, making her voice a little louder to dominate the bickering of the two, “it’s the fact that Kleint is a master of silent killing. That’s why he was mostly feared than the Reaper.” “I feel like we have travelled in fiction,” Berry murmured. Looking over her shoulder, Z simply glared at him. “But after seeing what you’ve done to Sloane, I guess everything is possible.” “Do you have a problem with me?” Z turned to face him, his cheeks burning red.

I touched its head and I cut it off with the blood splashing all over me . It felt so refreshing watching the animals die ,the way I killed it that way ,that was exactly how I am going to kill all of my enemies .