Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

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.

"These aren't just dots on a map. They're… orders." Kael leaned in closer, squinting hard. "He's right. This one says, 'Hit 'em at moonrise.' And this—"take out the old family blood first." "Old family blood? Like me?" "Like anybody from those pure old lines," Helena whispered. "The cult wants to wipe out anyone who might push back against them." "But why hit seven packs all at once?" Garrett asked. "Why not pick 'em off one by one?"

Charlotte’s POV “Kill!” I exclaimed. “Never. I do not wish to commit murder at all in any circumstance. Killing their leaders won’t solve anything as well. Instead of solving this case, it will make their followers bear a grudge against us. They might just try to take revenge. We would have resurrected them by ourselves.”

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

I heard Zara murmur something soft to comfort her as I flew down the stairs. I raced out of the building like I had lost my mind. Because I had. I could not lose him. But deep down I knew the truth: if I married him now, I would only drag him into the same darkness that took my mother. The killers were still out there, and they would come for him. I jumped back into my car. The keys were still in the ignition. I started the engine and swerved into the street. I was going to get my man tonight, but I would not stop hunting my mother’s killers. Not even for him.

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.

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