Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Not to steal them. To kill them.

Curt was two steps behind me, dirt and blood still smeared down his chest from where we’d found the rat shifter. I grabbed a towel off the metal rack and started wiping the gore off my forearms. Curt did the same, his silence louder than usual. “You thinking ritual?” he asked, not looking up as he scrubbed at a deep red smear on his neck. “No.” I tossed the blood-soaked towel into the bin. “I’m thinking escalation.” His eyes flicked to mine. “Escalation?” “They’re not just killing, Curt. They’re spreading fear. Different species. Different territories. No overlap, no connection—except the message.”

Only now it had a new, sharper edge. Not an accident. An attack. My stomach twisted. “You’re telling me someone tried to kill him?” “Yes.” Carter’s voice was steel, every word clipped, final. “This wasn’t random. Someone wanted him gone. And I’ll find out who.” For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt, and a heat started building inside me—slow at first, then rising fast, consuming. Rage. Not fear. Not despair. Rage.

I don’t shy away from hitting obstinate woman who won’t learn their fucking place so if that makes me a bad person, then so be it, you know. She doesn’t look too surprised. I mean, she was smart enough to know that if she pushed hard enough. I will snap and push back because that’s who I was. I didn’t do well under pressure and she should better learn this if she didn’t want to receive any more hitting that might lead to her death in the future. Her death will be along the lines of fractured skull or broken ribs—you know the popular saying that says: pick your own poison. I will have know that right after the memorial and right before we will be speaking to the rogues that will be coming to

NICOLAI POV Spots of blood swam in my vision, and I stabbed into the table in front of me, then took a drag of the cigarette I held. The rage I felt filled every pore of my skin and it was suffocating, but I basked in it, the urge to do damage, the urge to cause pain, the urge to cut something up growing until I trembled with it. I'd been so close. So close to killing Lucas, and even now, I felt the urge to look for him and cut him up until I got the rage out of my skin. The thought of violence spread all over my system and I killed the cigarette, then slowly rose from my chair.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

As many of them as possible. The man with the crushed rib cage fell silent as his chest failed to rise completely. Girding my loins, I angled my foot back one more time. With a swift kick to his temple, I sent him after his buddy to the land of Endless Dreams. The knowledge that I needed to kill them filled me. Overtook me. I knew that if they healed and I was still here, then my death was assured. I'd be lucky not to be killed simply for disabling them. But if I were going to die, I was taking as many of them with me as possible.