We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

I shouldn't be hesitating like I'm doing right now. My demons perch on my shoulders, reminding me that the run would soon be over. The sun would shine and it would all be over. Do it. Kill him. They whisper in my ear like a vice and I grit my teeth. The voices are right. Caden must die. I tightened the grip of the knife in my hand and lunged forward. But the knife didn't do much damage because it didn't touch him as much. “Good morning, Mr. Booker.” The stranger who'd intruded on my kill asked in a British accent.

The stranger nodded. "You're right, I want something. I only want your protection." "What?" Vincent said. "Alpha Killian killed my family members when he found out that I know everything. I barely managed to escape death. I want revenge. The only way I can get it is to go to his enemy for help." "What do you think?" I flinched at the sound of Zeke's voice coming from behind me. I turned around to look at him, my eyes wide. "Do you think he's being honest? Do you think he's sowing seeds of falsehood?" He asked and I frowned.

He will die today! Wyatt glared hard at Woody. With a cold voice, he said, "Alfie, my junior in Strikerine who was known as the Prodigious Doctor, was killed by this piece of shit as well. "Today, I'll kill him in the name of Strikerine to avenge Alfie." When the two saw that Woody remained calmly seated, they were enraged. They were reprimanding him for all his vile deeds, yet he was still sitting so steadily. He clearly was not bothered by them at all!

“You are going to kill Olivia and Nick? I didn’t sign up for that, we said we were going to make them suffer, no one said anything about killing them.” The stranger scoffed. “You are such a moron, what good will their deaths do? It won’t give me the satisfaction I want. I need to see them lose everything, to suffer and wish death upon themselves. I want to see them jump off the tallest building in New Village after am done with them.”

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!

What kind of bond did he share with her? The next morning, I saw Killian driving out with some men. I hadn’t spoken to him since the previous night. “Where could he be going with all those armed men?” I asked myself. I was also getting ready that morning to go for a grasscutter hunt; one of the toughest animals for us to hunt. The grasscutters were usually quick to dive into their burrows. Despite being fatter than hares, they were very agile and fast. I left the pack with the hunting team while Killian left with a squad of armed men he had with him. After some hours of carefully laying traps and then luckily catching six grasscutters, we returned home.

They turned on him, trying to outnumber him, but he was a force to be reckoned with. The five thugs threw punches at the shady man, but he dodged and weaved with ease, his movements swift and deadly. He grabbed the first thug's wrist, twisting it with a sickening crack, the bone snapping like a twig. The second thug fared no better, his leg snapping like a stick as the stranger kicked him with precision.

"Why?" His expression became serious. "If I'm right, if the man you're married to really is Nile..." My heart began pounding. "...then you don't know what he's capable of." I stared at him, the image from the video returned to my mind, the knife and the two brothers, with one of them on the ground. The man standing over him. I felt sick. "I need to go." Gaius immediately looked concerned. "Karma." "I need to go home."

“Then you’ve chosen death.” The command lashed through the alley like a whip. “Kill him.” The thugs obeyed instantly. Two lunged for Travian, another for Soren. The three reinforcements lurking in the shadows surged forward, closing the circle tight. The stranger cursed low, sharp under his breath, gun flashing in the rain—BANG! The bullet screamed, ripping through the storm, embedding itself in the leg of one thug. The man collapsed with a guttural howl, clutching at his bleeding thigh.

The rooftop turned into a battlefield—Whisper Team breaking cover, the masked stranger leaping into the fray, militia scrambling into defensive positions across the adjacent district. Ethan shoved Mira behind a vent shaft and fired three rounds toward a moving shadow. Jun vaulted a gap between rooftops, tackling one of Whisper’s advance scouts head-on. Alexander scrambled to set up a portable jammer, sparks flying as he welded the last wire. And the masked stranger… They moved like water, like a blade, like a whisper of their own. Their strike dropped a Whisper operative before Ethan could blink. A second fell moments later. Mira whispered, stunned, “That fighting style… it’s—”