Order Killer Novels & Stories

A second later, the screen lit up. A photograph appeared. A man in his early fifties, sharp eyes, expression unreadable. The kind of face that blended into crowds and vanished just as easily. “This is Lorenzo Moretti,” the lead investigator said. Sophia’s breath caught. “He’s Italian,” the man continued. “A professional assassin. Old-school. Known in underground circles for one thing, clean jobs. No witnesses. No loose ends. No emotional involvement.” He paused, letting the weight of that sink in.

I know too that he was just feeling them out, wanting to see for himself who it is that I'd got his kid mixed up with. If they didn't know who he was, the second time he threatened the orderly that told him to put out his cigar would've given them kind of an idea. Yeah, the jovial grandfatherly looking man was a stone cold killer. It had only taken that orderly looking into his eyes once to get that message.

"I get to process a kill order." "It's also a torment order," Rocco tells me, and it fuels my excitement. I love a clean kill, clear shot, and quick but the torment x kill is my favourite one. "They set the target is very high profile." "Who is getting unlucky tod—you have to be fucking kidding me..." I pause, all excitement drained as I stare at the screen in horror. Request ID: KDR-AO-98 Date filed: 20/08 Filed by: German Syndicate

Elias left the office with his awareness humming low and steady, the system rearranging itself around him in subtle ways. He understood now that fracture did not always announce itself as chaos. Sometimes, it arrived as order, claimed by the wrong hands.

It seemed as if he spent the better half of his time eating delicacies rather than chasing criminals. ‘Sir, the victim is Esha Arora, the CEO of Arora Cements. Died of asphyxiation which was preceded by a severe blow to the head,’ said the sub-inspector in a well-rehearsed manner, pausing to allow the inspector examine the body. ‘The victim was last seen by the housemaid at 4.30 pm. She was wearing a black sweater ... We have not been able to locate it yet.’ The inspector glanced up in surprise. ‘What do you mean by not been able to locate?’

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Casie said quietly, "I need to understand the rules of engagement here. What exactly is at stake in this session?" Thorne's expression softened marginally. "Everything, Detective Blackwood. The Order's reemergence threatens the fragile balance that your bond helped to fix only days ago, and the Order is immobilising all of their agent just like Sparrow Jack, they're known as Bin Chicken and Kingfisher. Sadly, these titles, it seems, are just ranks within the Order, not an exact name for an individual. However, going on these names so far, it means that they name their ranks after birds.”

Kael strolled right in, dragging a chair to settle right in front of the guy like I had done with Calen except beside him was a bag full of different kinds of torturing tools. “So we’ll cut to the chase,” Kael said, his tone flat and dangerous. “Who do you work for?” The man smiled slowly. “You already know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found me.” Kael cracked his head slightly to the side and leaned back into his chair. “The Order,” he said flatly. “Bingo.” “What was the point of the operation of the bar?” The man clicked his tongue, lips stretching wider. “Now, now, Alpha Veyrith. Don’t you already know that?”

“We’ll make sure of it.” I spent the next four hours at the precinct, detailing everything to the detectives: Chun Kit, the recordings, the investigation Ellison and I had worked on. Detective Stanhope looked skeptical. “You’re saying Chun Kit had him killed?” I sighed, exhausted. “I’m saying Chun Kit ordered it. He has men. Dozens. Any of them could’ve done it.” Detective Gable scoffed. “What, like a Triad kingpin?” “He is a Triad boss,” I snapped. “Just because he’s in custody doesn’t mean his hands are tied.”

Alex dipped his hands in his pocket and brought out his phone. "I'm calling them right away." I quickly grabbed the phone from Alex, while the truck driver went on his knees. "Alex, please," I pleaded. He dropped the phone and crossed his legs as he leaned backwards and spread his arms across the chair. I could tell that he was still angry. "Mr... Mr Grande was the one who ordered me to kill you, " the truck driver said. "What?" Alex and I chorused as we both sat up immediately.