Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

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.

I'll avenge Thomas and Sonnia! He didn't get the result he was hoping for, but it was not out of his expectations. Plague wasn't any weaker than Hex. If they could easily kill him, the Killer List would be for nothing. The ranking within the Killer List was decided by the number of people the world's best and most brutal killers killed with their own hands. Even Nathan was not able to kill Anthony after so many years, so it couldn't be easy for him to kill Plague. Carrying the gun, Rex left without saying a word. His eyes were gloomy, and it seemed like something inside him was changing...

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.

Two down. The last remaining wolf, who is the best fighter of the three, readies himself for another round. He doesn’t show any signs of lost confidence, even after I easily killed his two comrades. As a younger wolf, I envisioned myself growing up to be a ruthless warrior- killing for the enjoyment of being the stronger wolf. After engaging in my first battle and witnessing death, my thoughts changed. Killing became a necessity. The first life I took, it happened so quickly. I reacted on pure instinct; my training and strength led to victory over the other wolf. I remember seeing the wolf’s eyes fade, his bright green eyes becoming a dull in color. That is what stays with me. The slow dimmi