The Killers: Destiny Is Calling Me Novels & Stories

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

Evelyn stabbing him with that blade must have destabilized so much. With a swift move, I took him by surprise, jaws clamping down on his vulnerable neck. His defiant struggles were futile against the inevitability of my victory. As I stood over him, the sunlight casting a haunting glow on our intertwined fates, I met his furious gaze. "This is the end, Callahan," I declared, the weight of my destiny settling upon me. "The Silvercrest Kingdom belongs to its true leader."

“I don't think so” Alissa heard Luca's voice change, “Michael! Get to Kimberly's now!” his Alpha wolf came into her head. If Michael was close he would be able to hear it. Tears streaked down Alissa's face. She looked down through her tears. Something vibrated next to her, Alissa picked it up, her phone had flashed Michael's name. Alissa saw a green button and pressed with bloody fingers “Kimberly?” “No you need to get here now, Kimberly's dead” a silence responded she could hear him panting

Because from what I can see, two of the five have just declared war on us. “Ryker and Fenriz have informed me that they received similar calling cards, so they will stand with us through this. Fenriz is understandably pissed off since no one outside of his pack knows where exactly his Estate is hidden in Vegas. He has a traitor in his pack right now, probably more.” Kai says and walks towards the bar, pulling off a bottle of vodka and downing it halfway. “I'll be seeing Ryker next week and will fill you all in on the negotiations but all three of us have come to one conclusion: They’re all fucking dead,” he says through gritted teeth.

I smiled as I stood up and walked over to him offering him my hand. "My names Nevaeh Allias." "Allias..." he trailed off in thought. "Isn't that...." "Nevaeh, What are you doing?" I looked over my shoulder to see my father coming towards us with Beta Benjamin. Kane immediately stood up as well as the others and bowed their heads in respect as they approached. "Training," I said with a shrug. "And who might this be?" my father asked as he studied Kane before looking at the others. "This is Kane, he's part of the pack warriors for the royals."

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

" But I don't allow you to go there. What if anything happens to you? ''My father objected to my decision. " Dad. . I trust Rithwik. He is our Abhi Uncle's son. " I said and left the living room. After going to my room, I looked at the new mobile which was ringing continuously. Instantly I attended the call and heard a male voice. " Are you coming to meet me?" The stranger asked me. " No. I don't want to talk with strangers. I can solve my problems on my own" I said and disconnected the call. Aarushi POV

Don't be crazy, Fini! It's not an April mop. Your jokes aren't funny! We are not getting that guy's husband's giant sausage. What makes you this frustrated? My clients are currently handsome foreigners. You can choose them. Don't die by suicide. Your sins will pile up. God will not forgive you. Hear what a nun-like Zeline says! There is no more answer from Fini for the babble of her three friends. Fini's disappearance makes Zeline nervous and her two other friends, Mesya and Vera.

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

We can discuss in better detail” "I'll be there by nightfall," the voice said. "But understand this, Victor. If you cross me, if this is a trap, I will bury you in the same hole I dig for Bane." "I wouldn't dream of it," I said, a dark smirk finally spreading across my face. I hung up the phone and looked at Martin. He looked terrified. He knew who I had just called. Everyone in the underworld knew that name, even if they whispered it like a ghost story to keep the young hitters in line.