Killing Morph Novels & Stories

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.

I scoffed. The reason why we have to kill him is that Mr. Ricci lied to Mr. Moretti our boss. They make a business deal something about drugs but Mr. Ricci fooled him. He thought Mr. Moretti won’t realize his lies but eventually, he found out and gave us a mission to kill him. And here we are.

"Kiss who?" Nolan grabs me and presses his lips on mine in response. I smell whiskey and cigar while the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, then the seam in between. He is nibbling on my lower lip, setting fire in my body. This bastard is an excellent kisser, but I must fight it. This is Nolan Walters, and he is an arrogant, disgusting man and the rival of my father's company. I come to my senses and smash my Louis Vuitton heels on his right foot.

I search about and collect the discarded silver knife, along with a vial of the drug, then return to the flailing Cockatrice. “Believe me, I know how hard it is to kill a myth,” I explained calmly, standing on the child-killer’s arms, “but there’s one thing I have learnt.” I dip the knife in the vial, ensuring it is well coated in the venom. I kneel, grab the monster's head, and plunge the weapon into his remaining good eye. I put all my weight behind the blade as I continue, “everything can be killed—you just have to put the effort in.”

Max bent back as the bar sailed over him, cutting the air with a sharp sound. Max brought his blade up and nearly cut the man’s lower arm off. He screamed in pain and Max leapt on him and shoved the blade into his chest. Which killed the man instantly and his skin turned black but he did not turn to dust. So he wasn’t of demonic origin, probably vampire or fae. Max started running again, but as he turned a woman was there this time and swung a longer blade that just sliced into his shirt and side.

The child's cries worsen as if feeling the deadly aura and the death wolf roars in his mind. Silence, the bitches crying forever...kill her...fuc*ing murderer...! End the evil! No...I... can't... Then let me do it. Hand over the controls, Thaneos. Can this child really be that evil? Is the death wolf right? But can he kill his own child? The ringing sound in Thaneos's eyes worsened. A roar leaves his lips as his hand extends into his claws to touch the child. Kill her...just one slash at her heart...do it... You are doing good for this world...trust me.

I was done submitting. “Who the hell is that?” I hissed to Darius. Darius’s face was gray. “Alpha King Moros. Rules all Northern packs. Age: unknown. Last war: killed 3 Alphas in one night. Reason: someone looked at him wrong.” Great. Kieran stepped in front of me. In front of Rylan. One hand pressed to the bullet wound in his side, blood seeping between his fingers. The other hand out, claws extended. “Show yourself!” he roared.

Killing a true god, was completely different from killing a mortal or even an immortal, killing those kinds of beings was thousands of times easier, their body just need to be destroyed or unable to function or sustain life, stop their heart, drain all of their blood or in case of immortal or cultivator in the higher realm that has more than one soul, one just need to destroy their body then destroy all of their soul.

Cammy: Okay more questions for later for now we need to survive, Ki can you help us? Kimora: Girl you don't even have to ask I was already on it. HEY UGLY! GET READY TO GET PACKED UP! DISTORTION!!! (Causing her body to teleport to the grotesque creature she preforms a flying kick similar to what you would see in a movie while having recreation trained on her enemy. Not wasting a single moment she pulled the trigger yet again only to notice that her kick and the bullets you fired at the creatures speed were reduced to the point of barely touching it)

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.