Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

Alpha Clayton Blackridge I have seen and done a lot in my life, including killing my own father, but the way these people were mutilated was something else. Whoever ordered and did this was seriously messed up, I draw the line at children. I mean I try not to harm females but I will if the time requires it. Enyo has been quiet as we work to make the Pyre for the fallen, the two children look haunted by the whole situation and I don’t blame them.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Joseph responded, trying to sound as civil as possible. “But why would I do that?!” Urkstin shot back, “I have no reason to kill anyone here!” “What about your videos?” A single, cold, unforgiving statement came from Risa, who was tear stained and shaking, leaning hard on her stand, “Those would give you a reason, hun.” A gasp came from Urkstin, before he waved his arms up in the air, prompting the Loudspeakers to come on. “Are you prepared to vote?” They asked.

I sprayed myself and handed to the next person waiting for it. “Lee will work on her own. Capture as many as you can and if they give you trouble. Kill them,” Zurig gave the order and we all nodded. I am glad that I can work on my own. “Just a warning. I will seek out the one that seems to be the one in charge and I will kill for a fat as I am searching for the rogue,” I informed Zurig and he just nodded. Not arguing my choice and I must say, this is strange. Normally he would order me not to kill anyone. Maybe because this is an attack we need less rogues alive.

His wrath surges like an inferno, a blazing conflagration of fury, and he demands with a chilling ferocity, "Give me a single compelling reason why I shouldn't end your life this very moment! Your relentless interference in my life has wreaked havoc beyond measure, and at this point, it's hard to see a reason for your continued existence. You deserve to die!" Struggling against the tight grasp on her throat, she desperately seizes his hands with her cuffed ones, her futile attempts at liberation revealing the stark reality of her impending doom. The intensity of his rage, gleaming in his eyes like a deadly fire, left no room for doubt—murderous intent consumed him entirely, and she found her

I roar, all of them staring at me in their frozen state. The urge to kill them grows, my body humming with the hunger to kill, maim, and destroy the Slayers. TBC.

The question hung in the darkness like a prayer with no answer. Elder Castellan sat back down slowly. His fingers steepled. And when he spoke, his voice was barely audible. "We go to war. We activate every asset. Every sleeper agent. Every favor owed. We kill Aria Moretti and her son before they can expose us. We kill Gianna Castello. We kill anyone who knows anything about the Awakening, the commission, or the Council's existence. We burn everything down if we have to, but we do not allow ourselves to be exposed."

She had not even had time to accept that Kayden was missing, and now she was being told he was dead. Only now did the reality of his death begin to sink in. She also realized her heart was icy cold, yet even that could not put out the burning fire rising inside her. Like a madwoman, she suddenly turned on Robin. Her long nails tore open the skin on his neck, and blood immediately began to seep out. Robin let out a muffled groan but did not dare make another sound. He could only grit his teeth and endure the pain. A second later, Magnolia turned on someone else and kicked the lead surgeon. His hair was already gray, and that kick was enough to make him cough up blood.

Every cell screamed for violence, retribution, and the chance to tear apart whoever had done this to her. I was going to kill them. Whoever sent this picture, touched Kiera, and thought they could use her as bait or bargaining chip or whatever sick game they were playing. I would find them, and I would end them so completely their pack would tell stories about it for generations. No mercy… hesitation, or survivors.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​