Licensed To Kill Book 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."

My whisper bounced off the heavy wood, slapping right back into my own face. Suddenly, I choked. A sharp sensation, like a tiny needle, pricked the back of my throat. The toxic primer was still spreading. Panicking, I frantically dragged a heavy cardboard box over, trying to dam the white puddle. The box was incredibly heavy. Inside were the components for my brother's new floating bookshelves. Just yesterday, Mom was talking about how she was going to buy an entire wall of picture books for him once the remodel was finished. My own picture books were stuffed away in a cracked plastic bin out on the old back porch.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

The beasts’ dark eyes glare at me as his lips curl back over his razor sharp teeth. “As good as dead!” “No, she isn’t. You can’t kill her because she is your mate.” “I can’t physically kill her, but we can drain her until she is almost dead. Then we can walk away, leaving her to rot.” He laughs manically at me. I grab a book, hurling it at him. Something that he wasn’t expecting, and it hits him in the face. “You’ll pay for that!” But I don’t stop, hurling book after book at him as he tried to edge closer to me.

"Anything about the bodies. The draining. The empty wolves." "That's very specific." "The killer is specific." She pulled a book from the shelf and opened it and the pages were yellow and the ink was faded and the binding was cracked. She held it up to the candlelight and squinted at the words. "Blood rites," she read. "The art of draining life force for power." "That sounds promising." "It sounds terrifying." She sat on the floor and crossed her legs and Ember curled in her lap. I sat across from her and watched her read. Her brow furrowed and her lips moved silently and her fingers traced the lines of text.

… You might regret this…’ he ask in worry. ‘Let me… and I will be borrowing more of your power.’ Droon sighed and ask, ‘do you want… to kill him?’ I laugh a little, I don’t have a choice. It’s either he will kill us or we kill him. If there’s one thing I remember when I was stilling reader a lot of fantasy books is that, you either kill or be killed, there’s no moral when life is at stake. ‘I have to kill him Droon, I need to kill him.’ I said in determination.

I made my way to my room to change and then to Killian's office. I stood to the side where Killian kept his books. I looked through all the titles. I wondered how we had such different tastes in books. Someone, I thought it be my brother but yet he felt like a stranger. There was a book with a torn cover that looked old. I tugged it off the shelf and opened it to the bookmarked page. This was a Gideon witch grimwar. Why did Killian have this? The page that was bookmarked was written in Latin or Greek, I couldn't tell I had to get this to Ellen. I put the book in the back of my jeans and pulled my shirt over it. I felt dirty stealing this from Killian but I also felt like he was hiding someth

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

"Yes, this assumption is obvious." Suddenly her calm manner pissed me off. There was this feeling, this damned injustice and the helplessness that I had struggled with my entire childhood and suddenly I couldn't sit down any longer. I jumped up, yanked the folder off the table, and tossed it across the office. "Those monsters killed my parents!" "Shanks." I slapped Reese's hand away when he reached for me. "Why are these beasts allowed to live ?! We should burn them alive! " Jilin was not disturbed by my outburst. "That is against the law."