Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

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.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"You'll kill me? Like you killed my parents? Created and triggering wars for years. Did you just know what you did? Don’t you understand? You just killed the only person who ever made me feel like I mattered." Power was building inside me. Aries rising to the surface, our rage combining into something that made the air vibrate. "Aveline, don't do anything stupid—" And I did, I fucking did, I shifted. Faster than before. Smoother. Like my body remembered exactly how now. And I lunged at Nathan with every intention of tearing his throat out. He shifted too, barely in time, and we collided in a tangle of claws and teeth and fury.

My heart thunders as I realise they’re gone. They’re all gone… Anger begins to boil inside of me, and the urge to rip everything to shreds overcomes me. I can take Azura and Kataleya! I spin around, my eyes falling on Phoenix. That’ll hurt Azura! My eyes flash as I raise my hands, ready to snatch her from Azura’s hold, the urge to kill overpowering me. My heart thunders as Azura tenses. “Sky…” she says, almost ready to step back, and it hits me what I was about to do…

I breathed out as she was no longer in my view, but beside me, she pointed at my chest. “Anytime you feel any anger, it turns to rage at Aurora's emotion, then revenge. You must have been surprised knowing what you did to those people, killing them horribly, but don’t be surprised, Estelle; that is what we want you to feel because that is the only way we can remove the imbalance. We are here to help you channel your rage to the right person because all that I said is true: if Aurelian dies, there will be a problem, and if you die, there will be a problem because Kion will win, and we can’t let that happen,” she said. I breathe out heavily. I didn’t know how serious this was.

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

his killing intent was clear from his words. "Say such things when you have the upper hand in a fight, not when you already have one foot in the grave. Let me tell you this, we have come here to kill everyone in DelaVega City and set an example for those who would seek to harm the Falling Stardust. Not even you could protect them, so if you want to throw your life away today, come. If you wish to live another day, turn around and walk away," Verra's retort wasn't any less ruthless.

Clyde's voice sliced, a stark reminder of the fleeting chances ticking away. He advanced, drawing closer with each deliberate step. The urge to pull the trigger surged within me, a desperate longing to unleash the retribution that had festered in the depths of my being. Ending everyone's suffering, once and for all—such a temptation beckoned from the depths of my fury, a crescendo of anger that begged for release.

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 grief was still there, a gaping, bleeding chasm inside me, but now a new emotion began to flow into it, thick and black and venomous: a rage so pure it was almost holy. "Gather the captains," I said, my voice a low, dangerous rumble that promised storms and bloodshed. "Every single one. I want every asset, every soldier, every bullet we have mobilized. I want the Rossi family erased from this city. I want their name to become a whisper, a cautionary tale for anyone who ever thinks of touching what was mine." The last word was a snarl, a possession I had failed to exercise in life, now claimed in the fury of her death.