The Thrill Of A Kill Novels & Stories

Killing things—even inanimate objects—gets me off. Before I was hired by T.H.E.M., I was known as the Preying Mantis due to my proclivity of killing men mid-coitus. Jason is just about the only man I’ve ever had sex with more than once that I have not had the urge to kill. Duke Anderson in Tennessee was a close second to getting that distinct honor, but considering I did end up having to kill him—even though I felt really bad about it—kinda disqualifies him from actually getting the trophy.

into my ears, I felt cold and wondered who the next victim was gonna be. Dave died the previous day from an asthma attack which everyone thought but I knew it wasn't. How could I tell anyone that I could see their deaths without sounding delusional? "I'm crazy, this isn't real, please don't let it be" I screamed as I found the right words to express my dilemma. She laughed hysterically and the room echoed. Touching my face, I could feel how cold her hands were as she sheepishly said "It's gonna last forever, this is a blessing don't see it as a curse, you've been blessed with a power that no one could ever imagine".

His voice smooth and persuasive, saying things I can't quite remember. The feeling of something being injected into my arm. Then nothing. Just blank space where memories should be. On. Off. On. Off. I only kill because it's necessary. Because Cole says it needs to be done. Because bad people deserve to die and someone has to be the one to— I chuckle, the sound bitter in the enclosed space. Who am I kidding? It's so fucking fun. The thrill that shoots through me when I'm hunting. The rush of adrenaline when they realize they're not getting away.

The anticipation is a sweet, cruel torture. When they return, I can see it in their eyes—they’ve succeeded. A weight lifts from my shoulders, replaced by a cold, grim determination. The four killers are ready, eager even. The thrill of the hunt calls to them, and for a few hundred dollars, they’ll answer that call. It’s almost funny how little it costs to end a life here. But for these four, it’s never been about the money. It’s about the kill, the thrill of watching someone take their last breath.

Her Dad's stepmother, the legal wife of Patriarch Li, schemed and plotted his mother's death with a group of thugs. Low-born and raised in dark alleys, the thugs had zero principles and no morals. As individuals with no bottom line, seeing a beautiful and graceful woman, awakened other thoughts in their vile minds. The thugs performed unmentionable deeds before fulfilling their mission and killing Li Chen's mother. In a twist of fate, the young Li Chen that was still grieving, overheard his stepmother gossiping with a group of friends on how she took care of his mother.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

He thought of the crib he was going to buy. "Sorry, Prefect," Ren whispered. "My kid needs to eat." He squeezed the trigger. BOOM. The recoil slammed into his shoulder, a satisfying, heavy kick that rattled his digital teeth. Through the scope, he watched the window of the Apex Spire shatter. The Prefect’s head snapped back in a mist of red pixels. The figure slumped forward onto the table. A massive golden banner erupted in the sky. MISSION COMPLETE. CLEAN KILL BONUS: +500.

The feeling of life leaving the body beneath my cold hands. Two more dropped like sacks of meat. There was nothing like the thrill of the kill.

kade asked Leaning dangerously close to me, as little as a single inch of space was left between us. “No baby… Your fancy man, your prince charming, is a cold-blooded killer, one I breeded over the years, and he kills without mercy… I trained him, and I watched him kill more than anyone else, and you know what the fun part is? ..... He enjoys it.” That had done it. Those words he spoke crept into my ear and up to my brain, sending a trigger as I plunged the knife right through his fucking chest, not giving a single fuck.

I pulled it out. Pablo grabbed Teresa and pointed a gun to her head. “I’ll kill her.” I threw the knife, it hit him right in between his eyebrows. Teresa ran into the back to the room. I looked around the room. They all looked at me. I blackout after a while, all I know is that everyone in the room was going to die for hurting my sister.”