Killing Eve Review Novels & Stories

Elias and Willa were the last to get on. “To kill a monster... You have to become one,” Elias whispered as he brushed past her to his seat. Willa did not cough. She dared not make a sound. They were moving on to the next door, but Door Three had taken a part of her she would never recover. Just then, the System chimed: [Player 07, congratulations on your first kill. Your performance: 10/10. Keep up the great work.] Willa’s fist clenched.

Chapter 121 The mahogany door shivered under the impact of a hydraulic ram, the wood screaming in protest as the first hairline fracture snaked down its center. Beyond that door was a pack of Volkov’s elite hounds, men who didn't just kill, but erased. Evelyn was at my feet, a broken queen clutching the hem of a dress she’d used to humiliate me. I didn't feel triumph. I didn't feel vindication. I felt the cold, rhythmic ticking of an engineer’s clock. In sixty seconds, this room would be a kill box. In ninety, we’d be trophies.

She looked at him—really looked. “And what if I decide to open the lock myself?” Lucien froze. “You wouldn’t,” he said. She smiled, sharp and terrifying. “Kings don’t buy women, remember?” She stepped toward the console. “But women who were made into weapons,” she continued softly, “get to choose when they fire.” The alarms finally screamed. And somewhere in the dark, the world realized too late… Evelyn had never been the prize. She was the endgame.

His presence locked down the room - Alpha command bleeding into the air like pressure before a storm. Eve stood at the center of it, dagger in hand, power still humming through her like something ancient had just recognized her and decided it liked what it saw. - Mine. The thoughts wasn’t clean. Wasn’t calm. It was instinct. - Claim. Protect. Destroy anything that tried to take her. The first impact came before I could say another word. The corridor outside exploded inward. Wood splintered. Stone cracked. Dust and debris blasted into the room as something hit the door hard enough to rip it off its hinges.

A piece of glass was stuck in her chest, and Karen could smell the potent wolfsbane on her body. Eve. "No!" Karen whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. Eve had killed herself. Her last lead was gone. Karen watched, unable to move, feeling rooted to the spot. The guards dragged Eve's lifeless body out of the dungeons, the activity going with them. Karen leaned on the nearest wall, tears going her eyes. She bit her lip hard to stop her from crying out loud. She hung her head, her mind racing. Eve was dead. Her father was dead. Everyone who knew her personally from her old pack was dead.

She reached deeper into the system, past the code, past the data, into the core where the voice waited. “Welcome home, Evelyn.” Her vision blurred. “Not this time.” And with one final surge of will, she overrode the command sequence, shutting down every protocol, every system, every clone. The lights exploded in a shower of sparks. The entire facility began to collapse. Alexander grabbed her, pulling her back as the console erupted in flame. “We have to go!” She was barely conscious. “Did it work?” He looked at her, at the blood trickling from her nose, at the faint flicker of light beneath her skin, and nodded. “You killed it, Evelyn. You killed them all.”

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

Strange magic fills the air and Eve knew that her people is being killed the same way her parents was. Eve closes her eyes. She only focus on the crackling sound from the flame. Smells of wood burning. Even her thin gown is burning, causing the skin on her thigh searing mercilessly. Eve can feel the blood from her wound enters her lungs and her breathing becomes scarce. Every memory she had while growing up flooded her remind.

Logan knew that if he got married to Harper then his life would be almost over. "Mother, maybe we are paying for your sins! Maybe we are paying for what we did to Ava! Maybe her spirit is taunting it. What if she is dead and her spirit is trying to get revenge on us for abandoning her on the streets?" His mother hit his hand, and she pulled him into his office from the cafeteria. When they got to the office, his mother pushed him to sit on his chair and he did. "Listen to me, Logan. I don't know what movie you have been watching, but listen to me! There is no such thing as a ghost or karma! And if Ava is dead then she deserves it because she bit more than she can chew, and she got what was c