Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

Justice was just a pretty word people used to feel better about violence. "I'm going to kill him," she said. Quiet. Certain. "At the summit. In front of everyone. I'm going to expose what he did. And then I'm going to kill him." "Aria—" "He tried to assassinate me. Tried to murder me in my sleep. Sent six trained killers into our home. Killed three of our wolves." Aria's voice was cold. "He's declared war. Real war. Not political. Not symbolic. Actual kill-or-be-killed war. So I'm choosing kill."

she orders me. “Rogues don’t kill themselves with any regular poison, Azura. They keep this vial whenever they are on a mission and when they get caught, they kill themselves by drinking this poison. It’s fetal, it kills within a few seconds so there is not even the slightest chance of him being saved. That’s the purpose of keeping that fucking vial with them,” I tell her bitterly, hating that I couldn’t stop him. “How do you know this? We should at least try,” she counters, ignoring the blood that’s dripping from her wounds.

M. Yuri, Devin, Koji, and Sang-woo stood around the main table. A large screen displayed a flashing Council alert: BOUNTY INCREASED: 20 MILLION DEAD. 15 MILLION ALIVE. SUBJECT N•17 DEEMED GLOBAL CLASS THREAT. Yuri’s mouth dropped. “They doubled it overnight?!” Devin’s expression hardened. “They want her wiped out before she figures out who she is.” Koji added quietly, “And before we do.”

“Coming from the man who is systematically murdering half my pack through sickness and rogue attacks.” He smirks, entirely unrepentant. “If you insist on using such a crude term as murder, fine. I, personally, prefer to call it… a necessary cleansing.” Something tight and fragile in me snaps. I think of the three children lying in the infirmary, under the plague. I think of the woman that killed herself when her mate died trying to keep the rogues from the pack. Everything builds up in me and I take a step closer, feeling my desperation seeping out of my pores. “If you want me so badly, if I’m the prize, then take me! Just stop this relentless, terrifying assault. Stop killing innocent peopl

At that moment, a terrifying killing intent surged from him, and his murderous aura continued to swell and grow. Oscar knew he couldn’t let the situation develop easily. If he did, his reputation would be ruined, and the thought of it fueled his anger. "Since you want to challenge me, be prepared for a fight to the death. Do you understand?" Oscar's eyes locked onto Tyron. The situation had escalated beyond his expectations, reflecting his unique nature.

It’s the time to think about killing them and keeping my pack safe. Infinity is ruthless in her defense of our pack. Each time we feel a tether snap, we become angrier and angrier. We use the despair and grief to fuel our fire, to ignite the rage deep within our chest. We see that Greta has too many around her, so we rush to her aid, killing rogues as we go.

Blood rushes through my veins, adrenaline and fury feeding the urge to kill. Mustering all my anger, and the instinct to protect the young girl, I move quickly towards one of the rogues approaching me and slash his stomach wipe open. My hands half shifted, I stomp down on his foot crushing the bone, my claws butchering his throat wide open in half a second flat.

“You know quick and easy is the way I like it best!” Look, when a girl gets urges, she’s gotta do something about them, and I have never been the kinda girl to suppress my urges. Yes, I know I’ve already killed three people—four if Jason and I take shared credit for Agent Jared—in the last twenty-four hours, so my hunger should be satiated. However, two of those kills were out of panic-induced self-defense, and I can hardly say that I took any pleasure out of killing Agent Gale. If anything, all those ‘necessity kills’ only added to my building craving to kill someone for fun. And now that I’m no longer under T.H.E.M.’s umbrella, I can freely do that without fear of being excommunicated.

Zane Miller. And at the bottom of the list, in bold, crimson letters: Kaelen Thorne. "It’s an execution," Rhys said. "They’re going to put us in that pit with her. They’re going to use the Frenzy Mist to make her kill us on a global livestream. It’s the ultimate way to eliminate the Rebellion and prove the Berserker’s lethality in one move." Kael looked at his brothers. They were all watching the screen, the reality of the trap sinking in. They weren't just going to save her; they were being invited to their own slaughter.

Aiden said in a panicked voice and Zane clenched his teeth. Elena's body was fully covered with the broad jacket of Zane, this date experience was no less than trauma to her. “I will kill all of them,” Zane said with red eyes, he was not angry hearing the news of the attack but he was angry at the rejection of Elena Elena the woman he desired loved someone else was like pouring wolfbane on his body. “Aiden please help me” Elena seek help from him Zane looked between Aiden and Elena and he found something suspicious.