Licensed To Kill Book Novels & Stories

The chains snapped. Elena dove for the book’s spine, fingers prying at the binding. “The counter-contract! Dad’s erasure—it’s in the glue!” She dug, nails splitting, blood mixing with the book’s. The spine cracked, revealing a single red thread, pulsing like a vein. Marco’s voice was a whisper. “Cut it. But it’ll take one of us. The storyteller has to stay.” The book lunged, pages flapping into wings, the cover a maw. It swallowed Jenkins whole, his scream cut off as the pages closed. Lila’s flare gun fired, the light consumed. The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory.

["True, but in special cases, you're allowed to kill them. This is one of those special occasions." "Why is this a special occasion?" ["The Male protagonist gained a conscious."] "What do you mean he gained a conscious, didn't he always have one?" ["Not that kind, no, this one is against the world's control, he broke free of his fate and broke the link that allowed the world to not only influence him but also control him, it's like a book character coming to life and refusing to follow the path that was laid down for them."] " I see, but why is this so dangerous that the world itself wants me to kill him?"

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

But I'm ready for him, I don't care if I die killing him, people like him don't deserve to be alive. The Next day I walked into the school confidently, I didn't look at anyone but I knew their eyes were on. It was twelve PM so I decided to go to the library, when I walked in, there was no one there. I checked for a book called 'hundered ways to kill someone' it was a novel though and I have no idea what it's doing in the library, Emma told me about it. I found the book, I took a seat and opened to the first page, I saw a lot ways but most of them will be difficult.

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me. The searing heat vanished. The air dropped instantly. I looked up, squinting. A sleek, matte-black umbrella, large enough to shield a small vehicle, was being held over me. Standing there was a man I had only seen in the forbidden archives of the vampire history books. Caspian Vane. The exiled Pureblood. The man the Lightwoods feared more than the sun itself. In my previous life, I had written letters to this man, begging for help. But, every letters were crushed in Edward's arms before they could sneak out of his gothic manor.

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.