Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

It was a pain she had buried deep within her, but now, it surged to the surface, mingling with the agony of her baby's loss. Aline's grief was soon eclipsed by a searing anger. She looked around at the trees that surrounded her, her voice growing stronger. "I will not be silent any longer. I will no longer accept the role of the forgotten daughter, the obedient Omega. I will rise above the pain you've inflicted upon me." The moon cast a silvery glow over the clearing, as if lending its power to Aline's vow of vengeance. She would turn the pain of her past into fuel for her mission. Her baby's death would become the catalyst for a reckoning long overdue.

The words rushed out of her mouth. "Wow, what a wonderful speech! You are such a good mother. No, you can't d!e just like that, the death of our loved ones kills us more, I can relate. So I'm going to kill the two of them first so that you will know how it feels before I send you over there too to be with them. Isn't that going to be a lot of fun?!" He said sarcastically. "Please, don't!" Mrs. Smith and Sophia shouted chorusly when he pointed the gun at Justin who was unconscious.

They’ll have to kill us first. For too long I have held him back, denied him. He destroys them all before many have had the chance to understand what is happening. He gives me small snippets of images, the death toll contributing to rise. Many flee for the exit, to get to Josie, but he bites into their legs, pulling them back before mauling their necks. As soon as I have taken down the last one, I hear footsteps running along the corridor outside, they’ve sent reinforcements…my wolf was ready..blood thirsty.

Below the balcony, the crowd that had been celebrating the sunrise fell into a deathly, rhythmic silence, as if their newly awakened souls were synchronizing with her heartbeat. "The Great Hunger?" Killian’s voice was low, his hand moving instinctively toward the hilt of his weapon before he caught himself. He wasn't looking for a fight; he was looking for a threat assessment. "We just finished purging a Void-infection that nearly swallowed this planet. If there’s something worse out there, you’d better start explaining."

There would be no mercy shown today. The scent of rogue blood permeated the air, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Without a moment's hesitation, I sank my teeth into the gut of one who lunged at me, ending its life instantly. There was no room for games. I seized another rogue by the neck and tore it from its body. With fierce determination, I pinned down yet another, viciously biting into its face. The blood splattered onto my fur, igniting a primal rage within me. I would kill them all!

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

"Kiran, today you will die!" "That depends on your ability," Kiran mocked. "Die!" Horace roared, swinging his right hand like a giant fan towards Kiran's head. Kiran, unafraid, inhaled deeply and shot forward like an arrow. "Kiran, today will be your death anniversary!" Horace screamed, his rage over his son's death fueling his attack. "Grandpa, crush him and avenge my father," Easton urged, desperate for retribution. Kiran smirked, dodging Horace's attack and suddenly veering towards Easton.

"What's death? What's life? Maybe I'm dead, and his aura... is the smell of a living person! A living person must not be missed! I'm going to swallow him, eat him! Eat, eat, eat, swallow, swallow, swallow! Kill, kill, kill, kill!" "I'll kill whoever tries to stop me! He's mine! I've been hungry for many years, and now that I've finally woken up, I want to eat, eat, eat! I want to eat everything! All the flesh and blood is mine! No one can fight over it, no one can fight over it! These are all food that belongs to me!" "Charge, rush, rush! Kill, kill, kill! Die, die! Whoever blocks my way will be killed by me! All of you get lost! Everything is mine, it's all mine! You have no right to fight

The disgusted smirk on his face as he kept promising to touch me when I become older or in his terms, 'a big girl. I wanted to release my frustrations on someone, anyone. I wanted to just kill every last mafia related person. But now, I want to torture all the men who slit those girls throat despite their pleads till they fucking bleed to death. All the men including that retched soul Marco. Blood oathing me and taking me by surprise won't make me go all soft on him. He needs to die and only I can kill him. Anyone who stands in my way dies as well. I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me.