The Killing Games Book Novels & Stories

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

"Ma'am, stand down. Cooperate with the investigation." Mom’s hand hung in the air, useless. She whirled around to face Dad, desperation bleeding into her voice. "She’s the one who mixed them up, right? You saw it! It wasn't me! I didn't kill her!" Dad didn't even look at her. His vacant eyes were locked entirely on the closet door panel. On those little black thumbprints. Row after row. The detective ordered the property manager to pull up the apartment's security feeds. The smart camera mounted on the living room ceiling was installed by Dad just before Christmas.

The sigil still carried my scent, and she recoiled for a second as if burned. But greed won out. “Wait,” I said, placing my hand over hers. My eyes flickered over her before landing on Aiden. “You can have it all. But there are a few… bloody lessons our new Luna should learn.” I pointed to one of the maps. “The northern border of Blackwood is the Bloodclaw pack’s hunting ground. They’ve laid blood traps. Any wolf who crosses that line will be torn to shreds on sight. Cora, that cloying perfume you wear? It will be the perfect lure.”

He thought he could use me, humiliate me, and then keep me as a pretty prize in his private fortress. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark glass, stripping away the wet, ruined emerald fabric, I realized something. Kai had spent the last year teaching me how he operated. He had shown me how he analyzed his enemies, how he anticipated their every move, and how he crushed them from the shadows. He thought he was my protector, but in reality, he had been training his most dangerous opponent. He wanted to play a deadly game? Fine. I would learn the rules. And then, I would destroy his entire empire from the inside out.

All I could see was brown, cream, and black. “Where...where...is she?” I coughed out. It felt like razor blades were slicing through the back of my throat with each hack of my cough. “You have to find her before Kroll finds you. Don’t you remember you are playing a game?” “How do I win?” The game...he did say we were going to play a game. “You can’t.” Her voice dropped; was she sad for me? “His whole life has consisted of killing people out of the blue. How could you have been so stupid?”

Devil. When I had fled the club, I didn't go back home and had just stood at a corner outside the club. Cassius emerged moments later, cool and collected, entering his car and driving off as if nothing had happened. I quickly hailed a taxi and followed him, my heart racing. He stopped at a warehouse—was that where he killed people? Innocent people? Bastard. Did he derive joy from taking lives? It felt like a game to him. I, on the other hand, only killed bad people out of necessity, and I hated every moment of it.

She turned her head, to see the devotion in his eyes, and offered him a smile in return. Killian took a deep breath, forcing himself back into his strategic mindset. He stepped closer to her, his expression turning deadly serious. "Now that I have officially confirmed it is the real Cassius Blackwood..." Killian rumbled, his eyes locked onto hers with a dark warning. "I am afraid we are getting dragged into a very, very messy game, Sweetness. Cassius is a Sadistic who loves playing games." Instead of looking terrified, Elara’s lips curved into a smirk.

How it rose from being the weakest to the strongest wolf city in the world. I read and read, flipping through pages, learning that they could be killed by decapitation. I imagined Master Kaine in that famous black hat, and then I imagined ripping his head off. "Looking for ways to kill me already, little dove." I jumped, looking behind me to find Kaloyan rested against the nearest shelf and first on the column. "What are you doing here?" I hid the page from Athena's file I carried with me inside the book and slammed it shut.

Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game. “Then it means, Father, ‘Games of Fangs and Death’ is still easy. Try harder the next time so that no one can come out of it alive.” Princess Ameerah tried to calm herself. The Alpha Pharoah should not notice that she was extremely affected by his decision to kill Fiel Davidal.

I was reborn on the very day Liam Dunlap bragged about defusing a bomb with one hand. The first thing I did was turn off my phone. Then I slept straight through till morning. When I turned it back on the next day, there were—just as expected—over a hundred missed calls. In my previous life, after realizing the disaster he'd caused, Liam had called me frantically through the night, begging me to come clean up the mess. At the time, I had just finished three consecutive bomb disposal operations and had been home for less than an hour. Even so, I rushed back to the scene in the pouring rain and worked through the night to defuse the bomb.