Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

Out of context, it looked like I was trying to rip the mask away while Layla thrashed like she was fighting me off. My pupils constricted. Fury flared in me as I locked eyes with the man. "You doctored this! You’re framing me!" Khalid hurled the phone to the ground, shattering it. His hand clamped around my throat again. "You deserve to die!" He slammed me down, shadows thickening across his face. "Take her to the back mountain. Let my wolf pups have their feast!" Vanessa’s eyes lit up with savage delight. The others gasped, shocked at the brutality of his order.

Laurel voice was scratchy when she said that. She didn't move to open the door. She doesn't want to. She didn't want them to see her in this state. "I'll kill that bastard if I ever see him. That idiot will never be able to set foot on the Island. Just try and I won't think twice about killing him," Caldwell said angrily as he clenched his fists.

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.

“If someone dies while you’re busy trying to fuck me into next week, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident!” I groaned loudly, frustrated beyond belief, my cock throbbing painfully against her thigh even as I fought back a laugh. Only Kira could threaten murder and still sound adorable. “It better be worth it,” I muttered darkly, sitting up with her still in my lap, “or someone will truly die today.” I kissed her once more, possessive and deep, before letting her slide off me. Good thing the curse has been lifted. I can kill any one of them now without repercussions.

"I should have finished you at the Spire." "If you finish me, you finish the only chance you have of surviving the night," Kael said, his voice flat and clinical. He looked at me, his eyes lingering on my white-gold gaze. "The Council has authorized the 'Sovereign Purge.' They aren't just going to hit the surface, Zora. They’ve activated the 'Gutter-Burners.' They’re going to flood the sub-levels with liquid nitrogen. In two hours, the Hive will be a tomb."

Already furious over his missing mate, TALEN exploded. “Yes, I killed two of our members. I admit it. They attacked me in my offices.” He turned to point at the building undergoing repairs. “You want proof? Go in there and look.” “But why kill them?” LYDORN yelled. “Why kill them? They were ours. Our future.” “You know the rules.” TALEN lowered his voice and glanced at DYLAN. “We all know the rules. It’s kill or be killed.” He met MERITA’s gaze. Though the man felt sympathy for her loss, the bear inside him felt justified in his actions.

"HESTIA!!" I screamed, as my whole body tremble in range. I can see red. I immediately ran toward them. I'm gonna kill this motherfucker. I knew there is something wrong with this motherfucker, the moment he step out of that yacht. I channel all of my anger and range so I can push him off of Hestia. I pushed him to the ground, hard. I didn't waste any more time, and I started punching his face. "YOU! DISGUSTING!! PIG!"

It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.

I tried to stay calm and battle-ready with my finger lightly on the trigger. For a beat, we stood in the heart of the climactic battle without speaking. My spine stiffened as we took in the catastrophic killing spree at every turn. Their numbers seemed endless. Valen trembled with rage. “Mark my words, the rogues will go cold turkey before the moon rises.” Claws tore through his nails. Black fur sprouted, creeping over his skin, and a thunderous growl escaped him.

“What goes around comes around, right?” I grab him by his throat. He has just enough time to release a grunt before I cut off his air supply and lift him into the air, laughing at him when his arms and legs flail about as he tries to kick and punch me. If he shifts, I’m fucked. “I will kill you,” I say and drop him in the stagnant, rotting water. “Where are they?” “The clinic,” he squeaks while he rubs his throat. God, I want to kill him. I want to string him up by his feet and skin him alive. The urge to kill has steadily gotten worse since I left Maya, and the body count is getting up there. “It’s probably time for you to leave this kingdom. Go rogue.”