Should I Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

“It’s not easy to be king. Power comes with a price. Axel has enemies surrounding him, waiting for one slip. He has his own battles—ones even I don’t fully understand.” I chuckled, trying to sound amused. “Maybe it’s the ghosts of the people he killed haunting him.” I meant it as a joke, but Shahar didn’t laugh. “Axel only kills people who deserve to die.” My smile faded. How casually they justified murder. I leaned back in my seat, feigning nonchalance. “Crazy how comfortable people are with killing. Can't there be other punishments?” Shahar didn’t even hesitate. “The more evil people die, the more the world is cleansed of pollution.”

The two clashed hard, teeth and muscle, until Kael rejoined the fight, slamming the creature into the ceiling before tossing it through the window. Silence fell. Only the creak of the shattered front door and the sound of their ragged breathing remained. Kael wiped blood from his mouth. “You held back.” “I didn’t want to kill them.” He eyed her. “You will.” They burned the bodies not out of hatred, but necessity. Pact rules demanded no trace. If the Thorns were watching, they’d see this as provocation. War. Ari stood over the fire, skin still tingling from the shift.

I watched him earlier that morning, his face long and tense, heading to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. He refused to eat breakfast because he was taking Luke to the council to be questioned about the device they found in his house. It was obvious his choices had also narrowed. “You must kill Arya.” The line was quiet for a moment before Xander answered, huffing. “You want me to kill Arya after I was almost caught when I killed Darius?” “This is the only way, Xander. We might not have another choice,” I quickly answered, leaning back from the training grounds, and lowering my voice. “If we had another choice, I wouldn’t have placed this burden on your shoulders.”

Rolling my shoulders back, I clenched my hands together, praying I could make them see I could do this. "Killing." She tut-tutted. "It's such a final word." "Agreed. And not a reset as such. But - " he began, then looked at me. "Stop Sharra without killing her. Do that and we might consider allowing all supernaturals to live."

"The only way to stop a full takeover... is with that blade." I stared at him, my head spinning. "You're telling me... to kill him?" My voice cracked. "To kill my mate?" "I'm telling you to save him." Soren's hand gently touched my shoulder. "Because soon, the Daxton you know will be gone. And the thing wearing his face... won't just kill strangers, Arya." My knees nearly buckled, my chest heaving. "I can't," I whispered. "I already lost him once. I can't do it again."

“It’s just that, that man…” “Killed many people. I am aware. Kunz has killed more and will kill more unless we stop him. Choose the devil you know. The time we spend arguing about this is precious time we don’t have to waste.” Ava glanced up at the sky. “The first wave will come soon.” Marx paced away from her hands on his hips before coming back to her. “I am not saying I’m OK with this, but do you think Daniel can use Sven’s powers?”

“They won’t be able to tell anyone, and you should be fine then, right?” “I was better once Xavier was dead, yeah,” Thea said. It felt like they’d be murdering people in cold blood, unprovoked. “They will kill you,” Arella said. “You’ll find the poison on him as proof.” Thea nodded. What did she think would happen? They’d choose to change and live peacefully? She knew this was a possibility. She had just convinced a room full of Alphas to prepare for a Great War. How could she lead them through that if she couldn’t handle this?

And she chose wrong. Theo stared at me, clearly at a loss for words. He’d never been one for deep conversation or a discussion about his feelings, so his silence was unsurprising. His presence was his love language. I reached for a cigar and lit up. “Just kill him, Axel.” “And what will that do?” “He deserves it.” “I already lost her, so his death won’t benefit me, just hurt her.” “I think it’ll benefit her in the long run.”

It’s all been about control, his dick way of asserting Alpha. Maybe it’s time I start thinking about myself. I feel the cackle of magic beneath my skin, matching the one pumping his heart. All this time I’ve kept my morals, but why not kill Axel if he has no care seeing me die? I could do it now, take the power that's rightfully mine and run with it. But I just sit back, staring ahead. I know now that if I have to end him, I will. And I’d do it without a conscience.

… 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.