Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

The energy ate through its fur. Then its skin. Then its bone. The wolf dissolved into gray dust while still running. Its momentum carried the dust forward. It scattered into the wind. Silence fell over the clearing. The wolf Lycian was fighting had stopped struggling. It stared at the pile of dust that used to be its brother. Lycian snapped the first wolf's neck. CRACK. He dropped the body. He looked at Arielle. He looked at the pinned wolf under her hand. He looked at the dust on the wind.

Leaving me alone on the floor, covered in soot and ash, my throat felt raw and my lungs was screaming, staring up at the inferno consuming Kieran's penthouse fifty-two stories above. And wondering who the hell had just tried to kill me.

Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell. I reached the edge of the pit and, without a second thought, jumped in. The hot embers burned my skin, and the smoke choked me, but I ignored it. I clawed through the ashes, my voice a raw whisper. "No, no, no… Please. There has to be something left." My hands were cut and burned by the hot coals, blood mixing with soot and mud, but I kept digging. In a pile of debris that hadn't completely burned, I found the remains of a photo album.

"Yes, sir." I went upstairs, past the boys' room where I could hear Nova's voice reading them a story. Past my own room to the shower where I stood under scalding water and tried to wash away the feeling of Bianca's death. I'd killed people before or rather, had them killed. From Rivals who threatened my business to Men who'd crossed lines and it came with the territory of building an empire in industries that weren't entirely legal. But this was different somehow, This was the mother of my child. The woman I'd once shared a life with.

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.

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

Someone had just tried to kill me. The words before the alcohol was thrown against me danced in my head: Greetings to Zachary Malik's new whore. The defective hose jumped and flamed, spreading fuel and fire through each blow with which it hit the ground, moving like a mechanical bull. I couldn't distinguish smoke, fire or burnt skin. The man had his body entirely fused by the flames. The smell of burnt meat was unbearable, unpalatable, but I couldn't get out of there. Even with Kendall pulling me, warning about the heated floor below bombs crammed with gasoline. I couldn't.

Mary Sue replies. She’s partly right. I haven’t killed anyone since the senator, and let’s just say that he only barely fixed my itch for blood (especially as I blacked out for the actual killing part . . . ) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me.

We were only young, innocent children…how dare he base judgement upon us. I don’t wait, I don’t even give him the chance to acknowledge that someone was watching him, that I was better than him. I point my gun and take aim. Three down…I was shooting to kill and not wasting any time. I didn’t have any time to waste. With stealth I move into the hallway again, discreetly moving towards the kitchen. Two bodies laid on the floor, untouched. I said this would be their tombs. The other one has to be in the kitchen or near the back door, by the utility room that leads off from the kitchen.

We had to eliminate any rivals, any organisations that stood in our way of getting to the top of the food chain. The first time I killed for him, I didn’t even realize I was doing it. The moment was surreal, like I was standing outside myself, watching my body move without my consent. The blade in my hand felt slick with sweat, though I couldn’t remember holding it for long. Blood pooled at my feet, spreading outward like ink in water, staining the pristine carpet of the penthouse Viktor had claimed as our latest conquest.