Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

Clifford’s POV I stormed up to the third floor with ten of my men. The moment we reached it, gunfire erupted. Bullets whizzed past us— they’d been waiting. I gritted my teeth as one grazed my side, pain burning deep, but I kept firing back. Within seconds, only two of my men were left, both wounded. When the noise died down, the floor was littered with bodies—none of Horacio’s men survived. I scanned the area and froze when I spotted the elevator closing at the far end of the hall.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

I probably passed out, for how long I had no idea, as I had no recollection of being carried to this room. I looked around taking in my surroundings.The room was classy,the walls painted white, with a huge painting hanging above the fireplace,the curtains were green in color and open letting sunlight stream into the room . Zachary had told me he wasn’t gay,how the fuck did the rumor come about then. I killed someone. Of course working undercover came with a lot of challenges, but killing somebody? That was not my first time killing, but only in self defense. This was my first time killing someone so weak. I clenched my jaw tightly refusing to acknowledge what this would mean for me now.

He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this. I pull out my gun and fire it at his feet, twice for each leg. It barely grazes the tip of his expensive oxfords yet he didn't flinch, just gave me an unimpressed look. "You just had to suck all the fun out of everything, don't you?" He sighs and comes over to my desk, pointing at the girl in the picture. "You've obviously heard the rumours going around that Cypher has risen from the dead, right?"

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

I was dead. So, a fire was lit, starting right from the master bedroom of the Miller estate. Scorching heat rushed over Ethan, the bright flames illuminating his pale face. He didn’t run or call for help. He just stood there, pulling out the very knife he had once confiscated from my hands and driving it into his own neck. As blood splattered everywhere, the red glow of the fire burst into the sky. Just like that, everything was burned to ashes and wiped away. At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end.

Went limp. I kept squeezing. Making sure. Making absolutely sure they couldn't get up and try again. When I finally released them, they weren't breathing. Dead. I'd killed them. With my bare hands. And I felt nothing but satisfaction. The nursery door burst open. Kael stood there, Nyx behind him, both in fighting stance ready for threats. They froze, staring at the scene. Me on the floor, covered in blood. The dead assassin beneath me. The twins crying in their bassinets—alive, unharmed, safe.

Claire’s face flushed a deep red while Maurice grinned like The Joker. “Jesus. I hope you wiped them down.” I turned to the others. “Any S&M fetish gear you lot want to put on? No? Okay then. We have eight floors to get through, each floor is going to be full of hostile killers with only one thought in mind — taking us down. Our only hope is to kill them before they kill us. Aim weapons at the vital points — eyes and balls — and if you lose your weapon... Hai-ya!” I struck the air with the edge of my palm. “Karate chop.” Claire grabbed the front of her mask and slowly pulled it off. “We aren’t going to fight our way out are we?”