The Killers Coming Out Of My Cage Novels & Stories

"Please... I don't deserve this. Let me go. Release Kabir. We haven't done anything wrong." Tears streamed down her face, her body quivering in a concoction of fear and determination. "I won't let you break me. We will fight. We will survive." Her voice grew stronger, defiance seeping into her words. "You won't extinguish the flame within us. We'll find a way out of this darkness, and justice will prevail."

"Then answer it." "I can't." "Then go." The words came out harder than he meant them. She flinched. He didn't take them back. "If you can't be in this, then go. But don't come back. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep—" He stopped. His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't keep watching you leave." She stood up. Her legs were still shaking. She looked at him—shoulders hunched, hand clenched against his mouth. He looked less like a killer and more like a man who was about to fall apart.

I used to be ready for anything but inbetween living and anything, there is torture; it is a different form of death. There are bars at my window positioned with close grid spaces. It's where I look out from almost all day. That odd woman has seen me severally sitting on the bed and looking out but she says nothing. She does not seem to mind just like she doesn't mind if I stay in the dark or if I live.

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

Cage then laughed like an idiot. "You are still here? With the family who killed your parents?" he asked, sarcasm was evident in his voice and face. "You see," Talia mocked. "Come on, don't hurt yourself again." "You care?" Cage forced himself to stand up. "Nah ah. It was just that I am turning into demon, it makes me happy to see you suffer." "Oh, you just realize it? You really are a demon, bitch," Cage said. Because of that, Kiel shot him on his area. "Fuck it! Stop shooting me, okay?! I will come back in the prison! Fuckers!"

“It’s coming from—” The ground erupted, roots bursting upward, black and twisted, just like the arch from last night. But this wasn’t a gate—it was a cage, curling around us, thorns sharp as blades. I slashed at one, but it regrew, faster, tighter, until we were trapped, the hum deafening now, shaking my teeth. “What the hell!” Killian yelled, swinging his staff, but the roots caught it, wrenching it from his hands. Mara stabbed at another, her knife sparking, but it was no use—the cage was alive, controlled.

In my previous life, our packs made peace, and the enemy Alpha sent his son, Kael Voss, to us as a hostage. He barely reached my shoulder. He spoke in a tiny voice, and none of the other pups wanted to play with him. My sister, Selene Vale, was next in line to lead the Silver Moon Pack. But she felt sorry for Kael. She brought him home and cared for him herself. We often played a game called “scent tracking.” We smelled Selene's clothes and tried to find where she was hiding. I thought it was an innocent game. Then one full-moon night, Selene's scream woke the entire pack house. We found her curled up in a corner. A silver blade was buried in her chest, and the bed was covered in blood. Kael

And so, I smiled—light, free, at peace. Hand in hand, we walked down the long, glowing path of my dream. I would be my own courage, my own armor. From now on, the sun shone brightly, and the road ahead was clear. … Epilogue 1: The Sterling family had fallen hard. Every crime they had committed over the years was exposed and thoroughly investigated, leaving them devastated. Their businesses were dismantled, accounts frozen, assets seized. Their stock plummeted like a free-fall, crashing straight to the bottom.

"We don't have jurisdiction here. Killing her creates political complications." A long silence. Long enough for Mara's face to go from red to purple. Long enough for two of Kaine's warriors to take one step forward and then abort it, recognising with animal instinct that the second step would be the last thing they did. Then Cain released her. Mara crumpled to the cobblestones, coughing, both hands at her own throat. No one went to her. Cain looked down at her with the expression of a man looking at something he'd already dismissed.

I made sure to give him cruelest death so that his soul will weep deceiving me . After the killing , Jacob and I went to a club to have some drinks . I couldn't directly come to home and scared her when I was this aggressive. The alcohols helped me to relax and calm my temper . I wasn't fully drunk . I am standing there in full of my senses . Just few glasses of whiskey couldn't fuck up with my senses .