We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

"Look around, do not be blind. Pay attention to everyone that's moving here, where they are staying and where they go when they are disappearing. It's easy to get justice for this two pitiful dead wolves." "What are you talking about and what you're trying to say?!" Rosco used his speed to move closer towards the stranger who is still standing perfectly still. His eyes are focused on the surroundings. Rosco even searched for any possible movement but so far everything seems fine. They don't feel any wolves that the stranger is with. "Well, to tell you directly. I know who killed your both beloved sons." "How-" Before Rosco finished his words, Dena already interrupted him, taking a step forwa

But something about him was more terrifying than the tribe. Because he knew how to kill. And he had done it before. The Bone King roared, grabbing an obsidian dagger, but when he charged— The stranger simply stepped aside and swept his leg. The chieftain fell. Hard. A hand shot out—grabbing Jenna’s ropes. A knife she never even saw appeared in his grip. One swift slash. The ropes snapped. She gasped as her arms dropped, blood rushing painfully back into her fingers. “Move,” the stranger growled.

the stranger said. Olivia’s heart dropped as the sound of heavy steps grew louder. “What do we do?” she whispered with her heart beating hardly. The stranger’s gaze hardens. “We have to face them.” The stranger’s words sent a jolt of fear in Olivia’s body. She grabs the edge of the couch. Face them? Against Victor’s trained assassins? It is impossible. “We can’t fight them,” she said in a trembling voice. “Not like this.” The stranger ignored her, standing from the couch. Blood coming out through the applied bandage. Their eyes looked around the room, searching for anything that could do as a weapon.

lie I had lived for three thousand days. ​"You're alive," I whispered, my gun trembling in my hands. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to kill him for every night I had spent crying into a pillow that didn't smell like him anymore. "You're alive, and you've been watching us?" ​He didn't answer. He couldn't. The second enforcer was already coming through the shattered front window, his submachine gun leveled. ​"DOWN!" the stranger roared.

If they failed, they would be the ones dying. There was no choice. They fought through the night. Gunfire everywhere. Jayden was weak, and Jairo struggled to protect him while staying alive himself. While hiding behind a container and reloading his gun, Jairo noticed a stranger watching the fight. The man didn’t look like he belonged there. Poor clothes, scarred hands, calm expression. He moved like someone who had already lost everything and didn’t care what happened next. When one enemy tried to take Jayden by surprise, the stranger shot the man cleanly. No wasted bullets. No hesitation.

But despite his bulky figure he could move with grace and pounce like a panther. I wanted to ask him if he's okay but I can not move my lips in shock and fright. The stranger briefly assesses me with injuries with his eyes before his blazing eyes snap in Brit's direction. I winced as he clocked Brit on the jaw so hard it immediately knocked him out cold. I wonder if Killiad knew the stranger. But if the stranger got inside the building, saving me in time, why was my husband dangling outside looking more and more miserable in each passing second.

"I don't know his name. He was wearing a hood, and they only ever referred to him as 'the stranger'." I resist the urge to slam my fist down on the table in frustration. This is not good news. I need to know who this stranger is, and fast. "Tell me more," I say, trying to keep my voice calm. Nikita takes a deep breath, and I can see her steeling herself for what comes next. "They were going to kill you, Alpha Ryan," she says, her voice trembling. "And then they were going to take over the pack. They thought they could do a better job than you."

Everyone knows he’s ruthless especially the business world because he gives no room for second chance, many people believe he’s like that because he watch his parents killed by unknown assassin in his front and till this day, the cops couldn’t give him justice , so they don’t blame his attitude. At the underground world, he’s known as STRANGER , the young man who came and beat the Stan group becoming the number one weapon seller. The Stan were angry as they still wonders how he did it, that’s why they became rivals and kept sending men to spy on him to know how he manage to still deliver even tho the process became strict.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

The stranger looked at him. “Yes.” Orion’s hands began trembling. “You’re the voice.” “I am.” The little girl stepped forward. Her silver eyes glowed. “Why did you kill us?” The stranger stared at her. For the first time, his smile disappeared. “I didn’t.” The child pointed at him. “You did.” “No.” “You ordered it.” The stranger’s eyes darkened. “I ordered the cycles.” Lucian’s expression hardened. “Why?” The stranger looked at him. “To see whether love could survive eternity.”