The Alice Killings Novels & Stories

He turned around, looking at the remaining people in the hall—Alice and three other family members who had snuck in. "You're all together, aren't you?" Killian tilted his head, flashing a cruel smile. "She smells just like you." "You all reek of that same disgusting... hypocrisy." He snapped his fingers. "Kill them all. Leave no one alive." A volley of arrows rained down. Alice didn't even have time to cry for help before a silver arrow pierced her throat. Followed by my cousins hiding in the crowd. Blood stained the white ceremonial candles. [Player Alice: Deceased.]

She killed Jenny, and eventually her baby died. "Goddness! Goddness! Why did you kill my child? " No one knew why Alice behaved this way. They all thought she was crazy. "Alice, do you want to confess who the accomplice is now, or, do you want to wait until Daniel comes back before you confess? " Cynthia forced her to ask. Alice had completely collapsed. She didn' t want to cover up anymore. She couldn' t suffer alone, and she wanted Cynthia to be as desperate as she was.

Alice knew he called her bluf, she wasn't a killer, not today, or any day, and immediately she sprinted for the door. He caught her by the waist before she could get anywhere close to it, she kicked at the air as he pulled her back, and pushed herself back so that they both fell down, but so did the gun, as soon as she came free of his grip, they both took one look at the gun and jumped for it, Alice kicked it under the bed before the thug could pick it up, and she ran for it, but he cut her by the leg just as she tried to grab it, she managed to kick his face as he tried to pull her away from it, and he let her go for a second, but that was all the time she needed to get the gun, and as so

Lee said, cradling her. "Yes, it is. I killed my best friend," she said, sobbing. "You didn't kill anybody. This is not your fault. It's not Alice's fault either. It's not your fault that truck drivers are so reckless and still hit you even though you were in your lane." She sniffled. "I overheard the policemen telling Travis that it was a planned killing. Someone wanted to hurt Alice." Nora looked at him, dumbfounded. "What?" "The person intended to kill her. Timed everything. Rammed into her side of the car, killing the driver."

My hands clenched into fists. "But Alpha, what about what happened with Rylan—" "We will not speak of that again. Elena can never know." In that moment, my heart died. From the very beginning, I was nothing more than a tool for his revenge. He had never loved me. It was always her. Always Cecilia. I placed a hand on my now-flat stomach, the agony of losing two children, one after another, searing through me. Rylan, my five-year-old son, poisoned by his own father.

I found the name of the club the Red death but it has a different name on it, it has Rarf's name attached to it. It had to be some other Rarf right? For the business aspect, I need to ask Nico about it and he will never release those type of information to me so I knew the passwords for some things and with that I was able to hack into their software system. They were a lot of documents and thankfully, they were in serial letters, A-Z. I search for Alvaro and found out that he wanted someone to died, looking at the face I remember that I was the one that killed the person and his entire family consisting of kids as well.

“I called his number this morning, and someone else answered. They said they found him dead this morning.” ‎“Oh… that’s sad.” His tone became cautious. “But why did you call his number this morning?” ‎“We had unfinished business.” ‎“Hm… what business?” ‎“You don’t need to know, Evans.” ‎“Alice,” he said seriously, “I hope you’re not doing something that could put you in danger.” ‎“No, Evans.” I sighed impatiently and sat down on the bed again. “Now here’s what I want you to do for me. I want you to find out which morgue his body has been taken to.”

It seemed like the entire North was just waiting for me to mess up, for the executioner to finally lose his grip and topple over his chair so they could begin cutting up the corpse. As Lucas emerged from the house again, I lifted my head and looked about. “Water's waiting, Alpha,” he said. “Yeah,” I replied, my voice once again in that low, dangerous rumble. “Let's get it over with. Keep the gate closed, no one should be allowed in here, no one.” "Sure, Alpha." I bent forward, gazing at him. "Give me the report. What’s the word from the Crimsonridge Pack?" “It's a shambles,” he said, rocking his weight. “Total chaos,” the Valecrests, the whole line of Beta, were slaughtered, and “no one left

Everyone asked, "Alice, were you the Moon Goddess herself in a past life? How else could you have landed such an incredible mate?" Even Alice herself began to wonder if that was the case. That was, until the day after Alexander was ambushed and killed by a group of rogue wolves. Alice, now 75 years old and silver-haired, went to the city hall in the capital of the werewolf kingdom to handle his deregistration. The clerk typed away, then her expression slowly shifted, growing complicated. "Ms. Clearwater, the system shows you have no spouse on record." Alice froze, thinking she had heard the clerk wrongly.

The Beta asked carefully. "Find her!" Cain's voice was ragged. "Send every warrior!" "Whatever it takes—bring her back to me!" For the next three days, the entirety of Blackwood Pack mobilized. They found nothing. My phone had been destroyed. Iris and Ethan's transfer had gone through no official pack records. Even the Wolf Council's highest-level systems had no trace of me. The only entry was a cold record: death by drowning. "Impossible!" Cain refused to accept it.