The Killing Games Book Novels & Stories

she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second. The Time Keeper raised his hand, and the room seemed to still, as though even the air was waiting for his decree. "Rule one," he began, his voice low and firm. "You must not interfere directly in the lives of the living. You may observe, listen, and follow, but physical interaction is forbidden unless absolutely necessary." Alessia frowned. "Why? If I can’t interact, how am I supposed to complete my task?" The Time Keeper's gaze sharpened. "Direct interference could disrupt the balance between life and death. If you tip that balance, your soul will be severed from your body permanently."

I knew he was involved in dirty business but why will she kill her boss? [Meaning: She killed Luciano] I left without saying a word to Alizo and went to my room. Thoughts about Reina clouded me. She was a killer and a dangerous one too. But when I saw her at the party, she was drunk, wild and innocent. Her soft brown eyes hid a lot of emotions and unspoken words but also held danger. I still cannot believe that those little hands have killed and stabbed many. But why will she become a killer? I didn't even care about the document cause the information there was false. Silver did die but everything else was just rubbish.

he said. What game now, huh, isn't them already trying to kill each other enough fun. “ Well Kiara, it's still a game about killing, just this time less bloody and more, you might say,” Mickey whispered right into my ears. “There is nothing classy about killing, though,” I responded calmly as I already knew he was right behind me from his scent. “Well you trying telling that to these crazy people huh,” he said as he chuckled. Well, he has a point, regardless of what I say this messed up people will call killing a game, I mean am not against killing just don't make it for fun.

I announce. Unease settles over the room as Silas takes the papers from me and reads them over in depth as he leans against my desk, while the fax continues to print more case files. The Tournament is a yearly battle royal, where assassins from around the world are recruited against their will to compete in an arena spectacular of murder and mayhem. Last man standing wins. The prize? You get to live. We’ve come to accept this barbaric tradition in our criminal underworld, though I will never understand why. We don’t get a say, we’re just thrust into a deadly sport against our will and forced to kill or be killed. Some fought it in the beginning, but none were ever seen again. While I’ve neve

Don't bother. ...... The discovery of my natural vent talent for killing did not necessarily make me pursue it blindingly. For all who knew, I despised it as much as I despised eating broccoli. It always left me with that weird bitter taste behind my tongue that no amount of water could be doused. Though, I always managed to swallow with a straight face. Which only showed the fact that people act differently from what is inside to what the world sees from the outside. Like when I pulled the last string of life left with Zero. Three. Two. Four. -- one of the unlucky inmates partnered with me to play the game of death-- only one thing kept running in my mind: I don't want to kill again. The kn

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

"I was so sure she was going to say no today as well." "Well, it's not like she likes me," I said, smiling faintly. "She only said yes because I had a lot to offer." "That girl?" "I already told you," I cut him off, my voice low with a kind of joy I couldn't quite hide. "That girl isn't what she looks like at all." I'd sat across tables from killers before. Real ones. At The Grand Lady, over champagne and cigars. Men who could order executions the way you ordered dessert. None of them shook me the way she had with just a look. She wasn't pretending. She was extraordinary.

He wrenched it free, twisted, and drove it back through the man’s throat. He moved slowly, calmly, as though this was practice, not battle. There was no hurry , neither was there wasted motion. Killing was a game, and he was the master. In moments, the ten finest warriors of Castmere lay broken and scattered on the floor. The stench of blood and burnt flesh filled the hall. He had killed everyone and still made it look like it was some natural thing to do. Tenebris tilted his head, smirking, as his white clothes were still unstained.

she flashed a seductive smile at David and took a gentle sip from the wine glass on the table. She returned the glass to the table gracefully and flashed me a mischievous smile. "It was Lotte Corps, Yes. But it also wasn't the one that handled FireBound and Death Games, the top movies on N*****x." I retorted and glanced back at David. His eyes were glancing back and forth at the both of us. We were already messing with his head, probably. But who would it be? I couldn't afford to lose to this woman.

“I protect what is mine not with words, not with empty promises, but with weapons. With power. And anyone who dares to touch what’s mine pays with blood. No exceptions. No mercy.” He stepped closer, his gaze black fire, unflinching. “Including you.” Her breath caught. For a heartbeat, her thoughts whirled, every warning she’d told herself about him, every instinct that screamed he was danger, darkness, and ruin. She had been right all along. He wasn’t just ruthless in business. He was a man who killed without hesitation, without remorse. And worse, he would do it for her. “No…” Her voice cracked. Her chest constricted so tightly it hurt to breathe. “No, I can’t—I can’t do this. You’re insane