Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

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.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

It was Ivy who killed her own biological mother, and she didn't even leave a complete corpse behind. If I stayed silent about this, I would be betraying the kindness my mother-in-law had shown me all these years. Ivy's expression darkened instantly. "Do you know how many people in Helmer City are begging me to perform surgeries? One word from me, and plenty of people will clean up any trouble for me." She let out a cold laugh. "You really think you can shake me?"

Surpass them? Ambition drove him forward. Ambition bred greed. Even staring down death, he refused to back off. And yes—he believed he had what it took to kill Ray. It all came down to timing. Their fight would be brutal and final. No drawn-out exchanges. No flashy moves. Either Alexander would be silently erased by one of Ray's freakish abilities, or he'd crush Ray's skull with a single blow. Simple. Direct. Violent. Missing this chance wasn't an option. When would he ever cross paths with Ray again? And if Ray kept growing stronger... what if one day he could kill from a kilometer away? Or ten kilometers?

Zane cuts him off. “Good,” I say, my heart pounding with the rush of anticipation of killing the motherfuckers, “Because once this is done, we are going hunting.”

The night air burned against my skin, urgency driving me harder and faster. Then I saw her. Surrounded. Rogues. Something inside me snapped. Rage—raw, violent, uncontrollable—exploded through my chest. Power surged outward in a deadly wave, slamming into the forest and pinning everything in place. “How dare they touch what is mine,” I thundered, my voice shaking the ground itself. Argon didn’t wait for permission. The leader barely had time to scream before his head was ripped clean from his body. Blood sprayed across the forest floor as his lifeless corpse collapsed.

Panic written all over her face, Sophia rushed to the utility hallway. The child's medical kit was on the left side while the cleaning chemicals were on the right. Two identical blue plastic bottles were sitting side by side. She reached out, her hand hesitating for a fraction of a second, before grabbing the bottle on the right. In the video, the eight-year-old version of me suddenly lunged into the frame, grabbing Sophia's wrist. Sophia, frantic and distracted, shoved me out of the way. I didn't stop. I chased her directly into the bathroom.

I am gonna tear him apart in so many tiny fucking pieces that his family will fail to reconize him. "Why fight now, Your Highness? You always come back to me. You always come back to my bed." He was saying and when I saw the state in which Kieran was in, it made my blood boil. The rage surged through every single vein and fucking pore of my body. It's been a long time since I last killed someone and today, I am gonna satisfy this thirst.

Out of context, it looked like I was trying to rip the mask away while Layla thrashed like she was fighting me off. My pupils constricted. Fury flared in me as I locked eyes with the man. "You doctored this! You’re framing me!" Khalid hurled the phone to the ground, shattering it. His hand clamped around my throat again. "You deserve to die!" He slammed me down, shadows thickening across his face. "Take her to the back mountain. Let my wolf pups have their feast!" Vanessa’s eyes lit up with savage delight. The others gasped, shocked at the brutality of his order.

Laurel voice was scratchy when she said that. She didn't move to open the door. She doesn't want to. She didn't want them to see her in this state. "I'll kill that bastard if I ever see him. That idiot will never be able to set foot on the Island. Just try and I won't think twice about killing him," Caldwell said angrily as he clenched his fists.