Urge To Kill Rising Novels & Stories

Just hearing the story of Ozgur's past alone makes me tremble. "Takeshi is a Tyrant. He doesn't hesitate to kill anyone who disagrees with him. The civil war broke out because Kazuo didn't agree with Takeshi's business, trafficking in women and human organs. Kazuo had warned Takeshi to stop. Takeshi was angry. Without feeling, he planted a bomb in Kazuo's car. Yes, he wants to kill Kazuo. After that, Takeshi thought that Kazuo had died. But, Kazuo came to me for help." Ozgur sighed, and he gulped down the bourbon in his glass.

Eduardo then butted in with a serious tone, “I know that it’s hard for you to understand us, but we do what we have to do to make sure we remain powerful and alive. Even if we have to get rid of a multitude, as long as we are alive, it doesn’t matter.” “What if those you’ve killed come back for revenge in some way?” “What?” “Getting rid of people obviously equals killing them. What happens when that backfires?” “Carrie, it seems you’ve misread something.” Eduardo showed great displeasure. “I have?” “We don’t kill innocent people. We don’t touch those who don’t have anything to do with us.” “Oh.”

And the real fight— it’s finally here. The core surges violently— energy exploding outward— ready to destroy— ready to consume— ready to end this. But I don’t step back. I don’t hesitate. I move forward. Straight into it. Because this time— I know exactly what I’m hunting. And I’m not letting it escape again.

A bullet which zipped past his head, missing him by mere inches, was Yuri’s answer to that. She was glaring at him with a look that could melt steel. “You talk too much.” Yuri hissed dangerously, tightening her grip on her gun. “You are no God. And I am not the ‘Child of God’.” She tightened her grip so much that her gun looked dangerously close to crushing in her hand. “I’m the child of a murderer!” Her voice echoed throughout the room. Yuri straightened her posture before fixing her gun onto Ryuou. “I swear…even if I have to die here… I’m going to finish what my mother and uncle started! I swear that I will kill you here!”

The next war. Sunrise was still an hour or two away. Keira bolted upright and screamed. Before the rest of them could wipe the sleep from their eyes, she was on top of Aaron. She'd pushed him off of the bed and had him pinned down on the floor. Her hands went straight for his throat, squeezing for all she was worth, occasionally letting up somewhat to ward off her siblings, who soon found themselves doubled over on the floor. Something unrecognizable burned in Keira’s eyes as she continued to scream blue murder and squeeze the breath out of Aaron. The other her. The thing that lived inside her, allowed her to take life with perfect precision. No hesitation. The killer.

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."

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?"

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.