Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

I wanted to break her, to control her, just as my brother had done to so many others. It was a cycle I thought I could escape, but it was creeping back in, clawing at me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off. As the auctioneer began to speak, I felt the weight of my choices crashing down on me. I was playing a dangerous game, one that could consume me whole. Yet, instead of stepping back, I leaned into it. I was Arben Zefi, a man who thrived on power and dominance. I had killed my brother to escape this life, but now I was diving right back in, driven by the very instincts I had sworn to fight against.

I tore through the smoke-choked arches of the lower gallery, my bare feet slipping on the loose glass and debris covering the marble floor. My dress was completely ruined, torn to ribbons at the hem and stained black with soot. I didn't care about what I wore as long as I was still mostly covered. I didn't care about the sharp pain shooting up my twisted wrist where Roman's mercenaries had almost crushed the bone. The only thing that mattered was the thunderous roar of gunfire echoing from the grand central courtyard just ahead. The central courtyard had been turned into a literal kill zone. High-velocity rounds zipped through the air like angry hornets, snapping against the stone walls and

The sight stopped my heart. Novel was on the floor, her body arching violently. Blood…her blood….stained her skin. She was jerking, her fingers clawing at the empty air, her toes curled tight. Veins stood out like cords in her neck, and her eyes were squeezed shut in a mask of pure agony.

He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him. But he’s our mate, her wolf whined. He killed our family and took Nadia, she sighed back. Andrea didn’t blame her wolf for wanting to be with him regardless, but she knew better. She understood he was lethal and the cause of her pain. “Okay! Listen up. We have a new transfer – Andrea”, the Beta’s voice carried over the crowd, everyone turned to look at her. She kept her eyes fixed to the beta and nodded, not once looking at his alpha a mere foot from him.

I aimed for the tendons, immobilizing the beast before I slid the knife across its throat. I didn't notice the third wolf, which attacked me from behind. It knocked me down, forcing me to roll on the floor just to avoid its heavy paws. The wolf was smarter and faster than those I had killed before. It trapped me, bending its head to sink its teeth into my flesh. I needed to move fast. Following my instincts, I pushed my feet against the floor and dragged myself out of its jaws' reach. Then I looked up and realized I was right below the wolf's heart. My hand moved before my mind could fully acknowledge it. I shoved the blade deep and withdrew it before the wolf blinked. I managed to escape ri

With only 8 bullets left, I made it inside the elevator and now I have 0 bullet. Panting a bit hard while feeling a little dizzy, I lean back to the wall and closed my eyes. I don’t even know what floor I’m heading. I randomly press any floor to get away from them. The sound of the elevator stop alert me and I step out only to feel a cold metal on the side of my temple.

“You could talk to Silas. Convince him. Or—you could help me steal some of his sperm from the hospital. Just one vial. This time, I’ll make everything perfect. No more mistakes.” Her words were mad. Utterly mad. And for the first time, I realized just how far Lila was willing to fall. “Sorry. I can’t.” For Lucien. For the fragile, beautiful new life growing inside me. For the peace I had carved out of chaos. Besides, I owed Lila nothing. Especially not after she had killed me once, out of nothing more than jealousy. The memory alone made me want to watch her drown in her own misery. And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart.

"Nova!" I stood right by the door frame, looking inside with them. The bundles of hardwood flooring lay discarded on the ground. The heavy storage boxes had completely collapsed into a soggy, bloated ruin and the thick, white primer snaked across the floorboards from the far corner all the way to the threshold. My small canvas shoes were trapped in the middle of it. The toes of the shoes were pointing directly toward the exit. And then, I saw myself lying on the floor. My yellow dress was glued to my legs, my arms curled tightly against my chest, and my fingers were completely coated in black graphite dust.

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics