How Does Sherlock Holmes Solve The Hound Of The Baskervilles?

Trigger warning: Hardcore and 18+ content, reader discretion is advised. Lavinia is the Alpha's daughter but she has been locked up in a cottage in the forest her entire life. She was never told the reason why and the extent of her full potential was hidden away from her. After 18 years of being hidden away, she is finally allowed her freedom but it comes with a price, she'll have to marry the Prince of a rival pack. She makes the sacrifice for her freedom and meets Rylan, her arranged mate. He seems to be all that she could have ever dreamed of, her life seems to be going perfectly for the first time but is everything truly as it seems? What dark secrets could they be hiding from her? What exactly is the mystery behind the cursed wolf?

I'm a half-baked forensic examiner whose only redeeming quality is the ability to understand animals. The crime scene is inside a lavish villa. The lady of the house lies dead on the floor with a blunt-force injury to the back of her head so deep that her bone is visible. The safe has been pried open, and a million dollars in cash has vanished without a trace. Clear shoe prints mark the backyard wall, evidence that someone has climbed over it. "This one's clear as day. This is a textbook robbery-homicide. The suspect is likely a young male, around six feet tall, has a prior theft record, and knows how to cover his tracks. Check the surveillance footage in the area and look into places where he might've moved the stolen cash." The director of the forensic science center, Egbert Woodward, has been in the profession for three decades and is a widely respected authority. The officers at the scene nod in unison and begin taking notes. I'm the only one who stares at the 30 flies circling the ceiling for a full 3 minutes before taking a step forward and piping up, "Dr. Woodward, this isn't a robbery-homicide. It's a crime of passion. The murderer is the victim's husband!"

"Noooooooooooooo!" With a loud shrieking voice. "Stopppp! Not again, not even here". Sobbing, trying to get a grip of what had happened, again. Her body vibrates violently, with her hands shaking and moving like they have a mind of their own. Her glowing eye is so noticeable even with the dark shades on. Her body violently jerked, spilling the hot pasta and orange juice all over the dining table and her denim shirt, while she tried her best to keep calm and behave as if everything was fine. A secret only her mum used to know about has grown wings and flown out, in the cafeteria!. "Hell no, I have to do something." She whispered to herself. But sadly, there was nothing to be done. The damage had been done already. Anxiously, she picked her backpack and brought out her journal, and placed it on the messed-up dining table. She could hear some of the students calling her a freak, and as usual, all looking at her in disgust. Her heart sinks every time that happens, knowing she's going to be the talk of the school, and she hated that. She hated all of it, and self-flagellation was as tempting as the garden of Eden. She just wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Then suddenly, The bell rang, lunchtime was over. "Finally," She muttered, with a deep sigh. Yes, she is a PSYCHIC, and she's 16. She is a psychic who has another being in her. She had five friends, each with a secret to keep. they had to team up to solve the mysterious Homicide going on in their peaceful town, and in the process, they learnt each other secrets and the town's history. Will they be able to solve the mystery?

If you ever see someone who killed the person who's dear in your heart, what will you do? Revenge. That's probably the word that will come to our mind. Accalia was just living her ordinary life not until that night come. She believes in mythical creatures but she wasn't prepared to meet one of them. Werewolves. It was just a myth for her. But it was changed when she become a hunter of them. By finding and chasing the one who killed her mother, what would Accalia encounter more? And what would she find out about her identity?

On the night of the full moon, I take my mate, Kyle Fenwolf, back to my pack for the full moon ceremony. Before the start of the ceremony, I head over to the sacred spring to wash my hands. Upon returning to the venue, I find out that Kyle has gone missing. I quickly looked for the guards, only to be told that I came to the pack on my own. When I asked my packmates, who were here to attend the ceremony, they told me that they never saw anyone by my side. But the thing is, I came back with Kyle! He had just given me the bone flute that he had personally carved! He even told me that he'd teach me how to play it once the ceremony was over! How could he be gone all of a sudden? As I stared at the flute, which was still warm from Kyle's body heat, in my hands, I strongly requested the guards to search around the forest and the pack territory. Thanks to my strong demands, the ceremony was forcibly interrupted. The pack's enforcers searched the entire territory for Kyle, and yet they never found him. They couldn't even pick up on a trace of his scent. They asked my father, who was the pack's Alpha, for answers. But Dad claimed that I was mentally ill, and that I dreamed up a mate on my own. In the end, I was thrown into the dungeon. There, I got ripped into shreds by the other insane wolves. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day when I'm meant to bring Kyle home.

With the sudden death of his sister, detective Dawson Wills was going to give everything to find her killer, he wanted to do it alone. To find and make the killer pay for causing him so much pain, but unfortunately, life doesn’t always give you what you desire. Dawson was giving a partner, one of the things he disliked as a detective. Jane Johnson was Dawson's dream woman, how would Dawson maneuver his way from falling in love with this beautiful woman who was now his partner and finding his sister’s killer? He dislikes having partners, but detective Jane was too beautiful to be disliked….