The Thrill Of A Kill Novels & Stories

Azrin admitted, his voice tight with anxiety. “Did you ask for his bite?” “No,” he whispered, shame and fear entwining in his chest. “That fucking brat! I’ll kill hi—” “Do not fucking threaten him. You hurt him, and I’ll never forgive you!” Azrin hissed, baring his fangs in a show of aggression. His body shifted into an offensive stance, his claws flexing in readiness to strike. The air around him crackled with tension, his pheromones spiking in defense of his absent alpha.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.

"When the time is right, we shall strike him first, then X, and all the people who make up their organization." That was one reason we allowed Enrique in our team. He thought just like us, and acted accordingly. I turned, my eyes locking onto Enrique's. “Why waste our resources when you know you still plan on killing him?" "The thrill. I love the thrill of it," Enrique's grin flashed, his eyes glinting with mischief. "The thrill of the hunt is what drives me."

He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this. I pull out my gun and fire it at his feet, twice for each leg. It barely grazes the tip of his expensive oxfords yet he didn't flinch, just gave me an unimpressed look. "You just had to suck all the fun out of everything, don't you?" He sighs and comes over to my desk, pointing at the girl in the picture. "You've obviously heard the rumours going around that Cypher has risen from the dead, right?"

I was about to end somebody’s life, I had to be frightened. Upon arrival in Newtown, doubt crept into my subconscious. It actually woke me up as I began asking myself ‘what on earth am I thinking’. My hands began shaking and they were covered with dampness. I became unconsciously too awash with the sinful deed I was about to engage in and for a moment, I sat in the car motionless. My head was overwhelmed with guilt because in all honesty, there was no bad blood between Naledi and I. Our only beef was Billy. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew I had to accomplish the mission. He once again coached me on what to do and what to avoid. He opened the lid of his cabin and pulled out what

I focus long enough to hear their breathing, they are alive, but knocked out. I pull my throwing knive's from my boots, as they near us I start to kill the vampires. They are fast, Micheal kills the ones that get too close to me. I pull out the gun in Paula's holster, the one I know to hold witch killing bullets, I won't kill the one we need, but the others drop dead where they stand, I do not miss. I step forward, growing nearer to the enemy, I intend to kill them all, but then I notice something else, or rather someone else.

"Atonement score reaches 100%." The system's voice was as cold as always, but it carried a faint, barely noticeable trace of panic. "Congratulations on clearing the game, Player 26. You may make one wish." I lowered my gaze and pulled the sword free. King Ragnar's body went limp while his eyes stayed on me, like he still couldn't understand. Touching his cheek, I softly murmured, "This game was never about saving you. It was about killing you."

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.