The Killing Games Book Novels & Stories

“Alpha Kirk would have to mate with Violet to restore order.” Another warned that the pack would ask questions, so they agreed to hide certain details from the public report. They never mentioned justice. They never mentioned remorse. A healer hesitated before signing the death certificate. “She wasn’t supposed to die this soon,” he whispered when he thought no one heard. The Beta told him to stop overthinking it. “The Alpha can move forward without complications.” My life was reduced to a complication.

“The killer—whoever they are—already staged Azar’s death to frame Zev. If Zev rots in a cell, the killer won’t risk another prison break. Too messy. No, they’ll find something fun. A spectacle. If Zev dies, it won’t be in chains. It’ll be in a way that keeps everyone watching.” Killian cursed under his breath. “You’re gambling with blood.” “I’m calculating,” I corrected him. “And until I know whose hand is moving the pieces, I need the board to stay intact.” Killian exhaled heavily on the other end of the line. “Fine. I’ll drag Varrick out. Meet you down there.” The call ended. I grabbed the whiskey bottle, refilling my glass halfway before finishing it in one gulp. The heat burned, but clar

The Specialists of Fear," I read so that anyone could hear the title of the book in my hands, which they gave me, looking with incredible examination at the drawing on the cover before investigating the young women. Are these the cutlery? The individuals who killed Sassa and Lucas? “Indeed .” It's them, Justoedith replies , gnawing on her thumbnail. Greece just gestures and hesitates behind her. I return my consideration regarding the book. —TR McCammon— I report the writer's name, skimming inside the expression—they're coming for all of us— which I'd have to admit is chilling. Have you previously searched for this person in G****e? Maybe it would be really smart to have a chat with him, to

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

I asked, to elaborate as I intended to know her reasons. "Termination Game…" she said and smiled, "… you should definitely play it with me sometime… You know, truth speaks for itself; we refuse to murder people because it is ethically wrong, but who cares if someone dies! Consider this: scientists kill innocent rats to find a cure for a disease, corporations kill trees and oceans... to provide us with products we need for our daily lives, farmers, butchers, and cooks kill animals to provide food for us to eat. Soldiers were sent to war to kill and die for world peace; in this world, we are all just playing a game that tells us to kill and survive… even the law has reservations for crimes of

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

“Smart. Good instincts. You’ll need them.” “I’m not interested in cryptic games.” Genevieve turned to leave. “But you are interested in the truth.” The woman with a smile on her face, like she knew that Genevieve was going to stop Genevieve from leaving. That made Genevieve pause. She turned and waited for the woman to continue talking. The woman stepped closer. “What if I told you Charles’s death was only the beginning?” Genevieve narrowed her eyes as her stomach tightened. “The beginning of what?”

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.