The Thrill Of A Kill Novels & Stories

“I don't sound like I hate it because I don't hate.” “So you really enjoy all the fights, the blood, the killings?” “Even if I don't enjoy them, I was born into this, it's all I've known all my life, and to be honest, there's an unrivaled thrill that comes with torturing men that cross me, nothing gives me as much satisfaction as watching them bleed.” Urgh, I take it back, we were not similar in any way. “Here was I, thinking we have something in common.”

She wasn't just an assassin. She was a nuke. "You want to hit the armory?" "Tonight?" "Why wait?" Arielle asked. "You purged the spies." "Kaelen is blind right now." "He doesn't know we know." "Let's hit him while he's deaf and dumb." Lycian grinned. A wolfish, savage grin. He liked this plan. He liked her. "Prepare the jet," he said into his comms. "Combat loadout." "We're going hunting."

The sharp blade hovered less than an inch from my left eye. “You think I can’t kill you? Chloe, I’m asking you one last time. Where is Hannah?” My face was pale as paper. Still, I looked up at him and forced a smug smile with the last of my strength. “Hannah? I killed her. I dumped her body into the ocean so that the sharks could eat her. Aren’t all of you hopelessly in love with her? Didn’t all of you want to marry her? And yet none of you could even protect her. So, go ahead. Kill me and avenge her.”

The note was simple and direct: I send you this heart so you'd know I'm still thinking about yours. I've personally hunted down every Ponce Cartel rat stupid enough to set foot in Apex. Each kill is different. Some quick. Most slow. Creative. Violent. Call me crazy, but it's the only thing keeping me somewhat sane. The hunt. The kill. The thrill of it.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

“Tell me, did you just kill those people because you wanted to purge them from sin because you had to? Because you were made to believe it was your purpose? Or did you enjoy killing them too?” “I won’t deny that. I’ll tell you…” He paused. “I don’t know why, Una, but it’s the only way to make me feel…alive. That I exist.” A shard of delight glistened in his eyes. “The thrill, the adrenaline rush, the excitement is very much similar to what you had experienced when I first touched you. You still remember how good it felt, right?” Una swallowed at the memory, drawing in short and shallow breaths. She searched for a fleck of remorse but caught a sensation in his eyes instead.

A strength I have never known surged through me as I continued to hold him down. This was my chance. I wasn’t sure where all of this came from, but I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by. Lowering my snout to his neck, I allowed the scent of fear to fill me. It made my senses come alive as if I welcomed the fear that came just before death. Allowing my teeth to plunge into Shane’s throat, I felt excitement fill me as his blood coated my tongue. Why was I so tuned into this? It wasn’t as if this were the first time I have killed. What was it about this time that made me feel this way?

There is nothing like the feel of the adrenaline surge that rushes through your veins when you are about to enter a dangerous situation. King has experienced this euphoric feeling so many times that it has become addictive. Joining the hunt was like moving from joint to heroin. The adrenaline high she feels when he engages one of their own and comes out on top is like no other thing he has ever felt. It wasn't hard for him to make it to the rank of alpha. Killing is what he does best.

His dark eyes watched my face, and I stared back at him, hoping to see a hint of fear. There was none. The speed in which his heart was beating confirmed as well. “Aren’t you scared?” I asked, remembering the faces of those who didn’t make it out of this position alive. They never got to really feel the threat, as I usually ripped on their vocal chords and whatever else belonged on the inside of one's throat within a matter of sixty seconds. I could always feel their fear, see it on their faces. Their blood gushed out as if in celebration. Though I hate the mess, though I claim to not like it, during the kill, during the licking of their sweet blood, it feels normal. Normal, but exhilarating

He looked every inch the fallen angel. “You were *efficient*,” he corrected, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “There’s a difference. An animal kills for food or fear. You killed for strategy. For survival. And for the sheer, fucking thrill of it. Don’t try and pretend otherwise. The bond doesn’t lie. I felt it.” He could feel that? The shameful, electric joy that had coursed through me? My stomach twisted. “Then you felt me hating every second of it, too.”