Naruto Silent Killing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he stuttered weakly. "Well, if anyone can change Kaal's decision. It's me, and I am in no mood to kill you," I calmly responded. "Please... Please," he cried out in fear. At that moment, I was enjoying Malhotra's reaction. He had made a blunder, so he had to pay for it. That's how the Silent Killer works. "I won't kill you, but I can make you suffer and live in agony for a lifetime. Something that would be much more brutal than death and you would have no other option to run from it," I casually spoke while he gulped and cried in fear.

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

I saw it—the flicker of recognition in her eyes, the split-second doubt. Then, without warning, she pulled the trigger. I heard the soft pop of the silencer through the feed. Lucio’s body crumpled to the floor, the life drained from him in an instant. He was gone. But Sabrina wasn’t finished. She didn’t just kill him. She stood over his lifeless body, her breath shallow, her hand still gripping the gun. Her fingers twitched, like she was waiting for something—waiting for the moment to pass, for the horror to sink in.

the scar-faced man warns, suddenly pressing the knife to my throat. I freeze. Moon Goddess above, I’m going to die here, and Thea– No. Not like this. A strange warmth wells up in the pit of my stomach, a searing heat that makes its way up to my throat, then burns like my lips are on fire, then– “You will let us pass, and we will make it to the schoolbus unharmed,” My command echoes across the clearing like a deafening burst of thunder, and the world seems to stand still.

I grabbed his arm. "None of your business." He slapped my hand away. I got really angry and pulled him back. "Tell me where you're going." I yelled. "Ow let go, you're hurting me." He whined. I didn't realize how much strength I was using to hold him and I let him go. "Where I go and don't go has absolutely nothing to do with you." He yelled and slammed the door in my face. Hinata's POV

The sight of his woman crying made him have the urge to kill someone and whoever was responsible was as good as dead. "Shh..." He shooed, "I forgive you. I am here now, stop crying." He stroked her hair gently until she was calm, before entering his study. Once inside his study, his aura turned 30 degrees chillier, and quickly, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

One by one, they lost their strength, even the leader collapsing to his knees. “Kneel,” I commanded. And they did. Silence fell, broken only by my breath. Then I moved. Not fighting, not even slaughtering—executing. Cold, unstoppable. My claws cut their throats with precision, each kill clean and merciless. They could neither fight nor flee. All they could do was kneel and wait for me, death given form. "Yes," Nyra screamed in ecstasy. "This is what we were born for! This is power!"

Silence. “Whatever I did was what we agreed on,” he said. Banging harder on the door, he prayed for it to open. Watching Vanya leave hadn’t affected him like this, but his heart felt like it was forcefully being detached from the strings. That was the power of her silence. “Cam, I killed Papa, but you already knew this was going to happen. We talked about this, milyy.” “Is it because of the blood?” Removing his shirt, he added, “I’m sorry. I’ve taken off the shirt. You can come out now. Cam, please come out. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. You know I’ll rather die than do that.”

At the set of his face and the thing behind his eyes that isn't really anger, just wears its clothes because it doesn't know what else to put on, and I feel it press against the inside of my ribs. "Once I kill my father—" I turn back to the eggs, "—we can talk about all of it." A sound leaves Silas that means he has considerably more to contribute and is choosing, for now, to hold it. I'll take that. I plate the eggs, move the toast, pour the juice, do all the quiet ordinary things that ordinary mornings ask for, and when I turn back to the table I find Noir at the far end with his gaze fixed on the living room doorway with a murderous glare.