Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Alcides struggled to rise. The chant of "kill, kill, kill" echoed, Helios closing in on Alcides. Meanwhile, Rhesus, torn between tragedy and political alliances, struggled. Helios prepared for a final strike, but Alcides, with breathtaking agility, evaded. Seizing the opportunity, he kicked Helios, disrupting the champion's composure.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

"What did I get for caring for you? I ended up depressed and dead thanks to your online bullying! "Jason, you're just an unappreciative brat. Since I have another shot at life, I'm not going to spend a single cent on you anymore! You chose this path, so you'll have to see through it. "You owe me your life. The fact that I didn't make you pay with your life is considered me showing mercy on you!" Jason gritted his teeth. "I won't let you go so easily!" "Let's see what you've got!"

We still have to find out who killed one of us. The growing rage inside me wants to do something. I wanted to kill someone, spill their blood on my motherland. I was thinking of many brutal ways to get even. The pup is innocent. This might be accidental, but who the hell cares? They killed one of us. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. My pack got alerted when we heard a bristle noise. “Protect the Luna at all cost!” I shouted to everyone. I nodded at Geoffrey so he could send a back up right now in case something happens.

“Commander! The refinery line explosion killed half of Jared’s military in the bunker! But the other half is rushing the eastern ridge! They’re trying to get themselves inside! Jared is leading a suicide charge directly into the lower tiers! They want total war!” Korr ripped the gun out of his holster, his eyes burning with a promise that made me stiffen. “We are prepared for this. We fight, and we win.” He looked straight at Ezra, his voice vibrating with a dark fury. “And I’m going to kill Jared myself. I’ll murder him slowly... painfully. He won't see the light of day again.” “Don't you fucking leave me behind for this,” Ezra spat, wiping the tears from his face, his hybrid teeth baring a

His jaw tightened, but he did not look away. “It would escalate matters,” he replied quietly. Escalate. The word struck something hot inside me. I straightened abruptly and slammed my fist against the table again, harder this time. “Escalate?” I roared. “They are already escalating. They drag my name through mud. They reopen files. They whisper about murders.” The word murder lingered in the air. No one moved. No one spoke. “I will kill Matteo,” I said suddenly, my voice dropping into something lower and more dangerous as I walked slowly around the table. “Do you understand that?”

"What? It was Grand Viper's people who killed my men? That monster—he's been ranked third on the Underground Index for years, a mass murderer and a plague on our martial world! "And now he has the nerve to mess with the Wrights? I swear, I'll tear him apart with my own hands!" Kevin shot up from his seat, overcome with righteous fury. His anger surged, righteous and unstoppable.

KILLIAN No decent words could describe what I felt after I learned about what had happened to Josie. I was supposed to spend the night in D.C. and return after the morning conference, but I canceled my plans and rushed back to New York. I was fucking furious. Murderous urges merrily danced in my head, filling it with all sorts of ideas. I had begun to debate whether I should call Gunner and end all those fuckers at Chernaya Roza. Yes, I was ready to start an open war with the Russian Mafia. One of them dared threaten my woman. Killing that fucker seemed like an appropriate response.

“You’re killing them!” “The Shepherd is killing them,” I snarl back while maintaining the purge. “I’m just refusing to let him win.” The Shepherd is laughing despite his earlier alarm. “You chose the option I wanted,” he says. “Mass casualties prove my point about werewolf evolution needing culling. You’re doing our work for us.” I want to stop, want to save the dying wolves, but I’m committed now and stopping mid-purge would just leave them caught in genetic limbo suffering forever.

A surge of pure adrenaline shot through my veins, and I raised my arm to hurl the phone directly at the wall—but I forced my hand to freeze mid-air as a sickening wave of reality hit me. I couldn't afford to do that anymore. I couldn't afford to smash phones and replace them if my accounts were truly frozen. Killian must die. The chant started in my head, repeating over and over like a hypnotic mantra. I looked at the image again. The victorious smile on Killian’s face was utterly infuriating, almost pushing me past the brink of sanity, as I boiled over with resentment, bitterness, and deep humiliation. Killian had to die. There was no other alternative.