They Want To Kill Americans Novels & Stories

For them, they had one mindset—divide and conquer. Then again, what would killing all supernatural beings bring them? The end of their problems? The end of crimes? Quite the opposite. Killing us wouldn’t make their lives easier. And if they killed every supernaturally enhanced person, who would they turn on next? Themselves? Doubtful. This was about survival—nothing more, nothing less. If humans thought we were less than them and that killing us would solve the problem, then so be it. It wouldn’t change anything between the species.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

"We need a real plan. We need allies. We need to understand exactly what they want and how to stop them." "They want to eliminate special bloodlines," I said. "That's clear." "But why?" Kieran asked. "What's the endgame? Do they want a world with only 'pure' werewolves? Do they want power? Do they have some prophecy they're trying to prevent?" "I don't know," I admitted. "Then that's what we need to find out," he said. "Which means we might need to do something dangerous." "How dangerous?" I asked, sensing where this was going.

“That's why we're going prepared.” I nodded, even when the word felt hollow, because no amount of preparation could change the fact that I was walking into a room full of people who would benefit from my failure. Or my death. And they weren't the type to hold themselves back and think about the casualties. They killed hundreds because they wanted to kill me, and had no remorse. They did it again after years, burnt an orphanage, and then a pack.

Shoving him higher against the wall, Johnny growled, “Bullshit! Al-Shabaab stated—last month—that they were targeting wealthy Americans and Kenyans. You’ve had weeks to sort out your shit!” Max pushed into Johnny’s space. “He’s not worth your job. Step away.” Obey the order. Johnny wasn’t entirely done. “If they die because of you—if they harm Lizette Steyn in any way, I’m coming for you. You’re a greedy, penny-saving ass swipe. I have to call her parents next, to tell them that their daughter might not be coming home.” Johnny released the pale man. “I’m guessing Ambassador Clark wants your head on a platter, for not protecting his family. Good luck with that, asshole.”

“And I will.” Sienna’s breath trembled as she stepped forward, placing her hands on his arms. “You don’t have to do this alone.” He exhaled sharply, his muscles tightening under her touch. “You have no idea what these people are capable of, Sienna.” She lifted her chin. “Then tell me.” A long silence stretched between them. Then, in a voice so cold it sent a chill through her, he said “They kill without hesitation. They erase people like they never existed. And they don’t stop until they get what they want.”

"No one can get a hold of these guys, they've killed anyone who's stood in their way. . ." I looked down at her. Never, before in my life, had I heard someone say things like that. The way she said it. . . 'Killed anyone who's stood in their way. . .' "A band of murderous, blood-thirsty, rich Miami Vice people. . ." She continued. "Killing anyone at will with their weapons as if they weren't the same as they were. It's horrible and disgusting, and no one's ever tried to put a stop to it." The woman looked up at me with shimmering tears and anger.

“I know, alot of people are going to die” She answers, my body tenses at the thought, i had never killed anyone before, its not that i was afraid to do it, its the fact that i know im going to enjoy it, im going to savour hurting those that hurt my baylee, those that hurt my mum by taking us, those that hurt me. “Our people?” I question anxiously “No our people are well trained, these people are egotistical buffoons, they have zero training and no plans in place if they are attacked”

Sharon said switching on the TV. "i saw it on the news they killed Foreigners brutally without pity and even loot their shops and then set it on fire." Elsa said. Elsa and Sharon stared at the TV On the news was seen a group of people running as a wave of humans with weapons went after them. They bump into to men with cutlass and they pushed them to ground and began to slash them without pity. "So this what's going on there?" Sharon asked. "Yes." Elsa said. "They derive joy in killing a fellow human. right? Well it's nice to say i derive joy in vengeance and protecting my sister and her friends at all cost." Sharon said taking the gun on the table.

What did I want? "I want to kill all of them!" My eyes darkened, and my fist clenched. "I don't just want to ruin their lives; I want to watch them suffer! I want to humiliate them in front of everyone; I want to take everything they have from them. I want to render each one of them completely useless. I want to give them a very slow and excruciatingly painful death!" By the time I was done, I was panting heavily and breathing angrily.