The Main Heroines Are Trying To Kill Me Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from her wounds, but she fought on, refusing to yield. Kate joined the fray once more, her eyes burning with a fiery determination. Together, they attacked with calculated precision, forcing me into a defensive stance. Blow after blow, we clashed in a furious dance of survival. As the battle raged on, I could feel my strength waning. The wounds I had inflicted on Vella and Kate were deep, but they fought with an unwavering resilience. They were united in their goal to defeat me, to protect what they held dear. But despite their valiant efforts, I couldn't bring myself to deliver the final blow. As I looked into their eyes, a flicker of doubt danced within me. Were they truly de

My surprise at his sudden appearance is gone and my focus is now entirely on him. I catch his elongated fingers and easily snap his arm before plunging my other hand straight through his chest. I rip his heart out and throw it to the ground. He crumbles and I instantly refocus on Cora. She has four of Lihua's members dead at her feet and is fighting two more. She isn't going for death shots and seems all-around conflicted about killing them which makes me angry. I charge forward and tackle the larger of the two to the ground. I hear a soft sound of protest come from her lips before I decapitate him, but I ignore her as I spring back to my feet.

And I'll never kill! My hands began to tremble when I saw a lot of bodies, lifeless. Brenda and Maureen start to act, they are close friends so they don't kill each other. Because of the strength of my feeling, I felt that someone was going to attack me, so I immediately dodged. "Reian! What are you doing?! Move now!" Because of Maureen's scream, I immediately came back to my senses. "But I can't kill!" I cried out loud. "If you can't then try to save yourself! Shake yourself! Fight back, weak people aren't for here! You choose! You kill or you die!" Brenda shouted. I kill or I die.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I covered my ears to try and block it out, but she only cackled maniacally. “P-please don’t hurt us! We are only handmaids in the royal courts..” I whipped around to see the two women I noticed earlier crouching in the corner behind my curtains. One of them spoke. “Never beg the enemy Mosley!” her voice was hard as she spat the words. I shook my head sadly at her as I saw her raise her hands at me to attack. But before she could do anything, the force within me struck again. This time a crackle of bright blue energy shot out of my palms straight as the two women, killing them instantly.

“Please listen to me; stop this.” She doesn’t give an incline like she heard me. I am a powerful witch, but given her aura, I know that I am no match for her. I doubt any of my spells would work on her. Alec was down, his Beta was down, and now she was working her way through the warriors who were now trying to fight her. I start to panic, knowing that in a few seconds they’ll all be down. “On second thought, I’ll kill your best friend first, Jason; that way, you can watch as he dies, just like you watched in his office as he was about to kill me.” Sadie said after finishing with the last warrior.

Mirabella’s death haunted her dreams; she would only kill if she absolutely had to. Kill or be Killed. As her feet hit the sand and she rose up out of the water, she had a knife in each palm, and just as she knew they would, both men looked hungrily over her stunning body and did not notice as she stood tall. ‘Hello, boys.’ She smirked and then threw the knives with deadly accuracy, hitting both of them in the soft fleshy part of their stomachs. It would cause them pain, but didn’t kill them. As they crumpled to the floor, she raced behind them, grabbed her clothes, tugging on her jeans and jacket, she swung her leg over the bike and shot out onto the highway.

I argued, standing up and trying to reach for my phone, but Selene was faster and she shoved me back into my chair. "Fantine is already in a trap, and she’s the one who walked into it by letting that boy touch her, so I’m just making sure she stays focused on the kill instead of getting distracted by your little accounting mysteries," Selene hissed, and she smashed my phone onto the floor with the heel of her boot. "You’re working against us, aren't you? You don't want the mission to succeed, you want something else entirely," I accused, and I looked at the monitors and saw that my hard drives were being wiped by a virus that was spreading through the system like fire.

So she steadied her heartbeat with repeated breathing, trying her hardest not to let this horrific scenery cause a panic. Her eyes glanced at the rifles armed on the three men, all of them were suspects of killing the woman she'd transmigrated into. Who am I? Investigate or attack? In Phuture's world she was a dominant force to reckon a battle with, and there was only a couple spiritual beings who were stronger than her. She had been through enough pain and suffering, to the point where she didn't hesitate to kill before being killed. Phuture took one last deep breath and exhaled, she stepped away from the tree calling out to the men.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with both pleading and resentment. "Glenn, you can't do this! You'll ruin him. He's not even an adult yet—his life is just beginning!" "His life matters, but mine doesn't." I looked down at her, my voice eerily calm. "Myra, don't think I have noticed what you've been doing to me lately." The wail of sirens grew from a distance, now clear and sharp below the building. Dwight, terrified out of his wits, scrambled to his feet and tried to bolt for the door.