Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

Dying on the floor of the facility he built. Taking the final kill code with him.

It's not my fault high school is an episode of Survivor. When the zombies come crawling for their brains, I will be the last human to remember history. I'm excited to be an oracle and pass down history through oral tradition. You're welcome, peasants. You'll be glad I read it all then. "I don't care what your name is, really," Kelly says as she rips my romance novel from my hands. "Give that back. That's my favorite novel." Kelly moves her arms in all directions keeping my novel from me. Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses.

Now I just need to figure out exactly where Gregory is. I slink down the hallway, trying to keep my breathing steady and my footsteps quiet. The last thing I need is to attract unwanted attention. The hallway is dimly lit, which makes it easier for me to navigate my way around. I reach the stairs and descend to the main floor. As I turn a corner, I hear footsteps approaching. I quickly duck behind a nearby janitor's closet and press myself against the wall, feeling the cold metal of the doorknob against my back. I hold my breath as a group of Silver Hunters pass by, their boots clacking against the linoleum floor. They seem to be in a hurry, and I wonder if they're heading to where Gregory i

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

Same. "They’re not attacking." One soldier said. "Because they’re not told to." Selena said. "Yet." They reached the service door. Locked. Ethan kicked it. Once. Twice. It gave. Inside: dark. Smelled like metal and old books. Stairs going up. --- _THE CLIMB_ Floor 1. Empty. Floor 2. 3 Cult members. They didn’t expect it. Ethan took the first. Selena the second. Reyes the third.

This is the end. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for the searing pain of teeth tearing through flesh, of life being extinguished in a violent rush of crimson. But the killing blow never comes. *THUD!* A sudden impact slams against the floor, so loud it shakes the entire room. The floorboards beneath us groan in protest, dust cascading from the ceiling like dirty snow. The walls seem to vibrate with the force of the collision, pictures tilting askew on their hooks.

“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.

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.

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?