Killing Floor Novel Romane & Geschichten

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

POV: Neoma Killing with a knife is messy. It’s warm. Wet. Intimate. You feel the muscle seize under your fingers. The frantic, staccato beat of a heart fighting to stay beating. You smell the copper and the bowels letting go. It stays with you. Sticky. Undeniable. Killing with the Void was horrifyingly clean. One second, the Rogue was a snarling, three-hundred-pound beast pinning me to the dirt. Hot breath. Spittle.

"Your husband came to my house and attacked me. Cindy Chase, you're the cause of all this, and now you're questioning me? What right do you have?" "Just you wait," she yelled. "I won't let this go!" What a coincidence. I wasn't going to let her go too. I registered a new social media account and texted Shaun, "Cindy is mine. If you dare mistreat her, I'll kill you!" Predictably, Shaun was riled up. "Who are you? Where are you now?" "I just met up with her not too long ago. That night in the hotel… What a pity it was cut short!"

This makes her fall off balance, leaving most of her body exposed to me. I channel my power and kick her in the stomach as hard as I can. She flies backward, tumbling over the staircase, her mouth and eyes wide and silent with surprise. Hacking and coughing, I scramble on all fours to the side of the stairs. Elena lies below, right next to Hank's body. She doesn't move. The sick truth sets in, and I fall backwards onto my butt. I've killed her.

Trigger warning: {This is not your usual dark romance novel, it's dark, if you can't handle it please drop it and check my other books, not all main leads are heroes} ~ANYA POV~ My legs were weak. I could barely stand after what I had just seen. That boy... that child... his body was still lying there on the floor, lifeless, his blood making a dark pool that spread slowly across the tiles. His father was still crying out, unable to hold his shoulder because of the binds, and the mother, God, the mother was broken, sobbing so hard her chest heaved like it might burst.

The linoleum floor felt like it was completely falling away beneath my boots. A single, horrifying thought echoed loudly inside my skull. He killed them?

CHAPTER 59: I SMELL DEATH Disclaimer: This chapter is filled with gore and the death of a character. Zahra's Pov The rain lashed against the car's windshield, the droplets falling heavily and hitting the glass, mirroring how my heart thumped while I side-eyed Maya who was driving toward Dashiell's cabin on the outskirts of the city. Leaning against the passenger side door, I shut my eyes, my head resting on the cold window as my thoughts drifted off to what happened earlier.