A Murderous Muse Novels & Stories

Diane gently rocks Maya while she speaks. “Not just mean. I would say vicious.” Musu’s eyes grow wide. “Cruel. Ironic, isn’t it?” “You’re saying it wouldn’t be out of the question for her to get revenge?” I lift Katie to my chest and rub her back, letting her calm energy soothe me. “From what I’ve read, I think she would go out of the way to get revenge.” Musu pulls her mouth to the side. “Without question.”

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

“You are my greatest creation, my son. My masterpiece of ruin.” ‎Kane's grip loosened. ‎“Look in the mirror, my son,” she cooed, brushing his cheek like it was love. “You’ll see it—the killer who never dies, the one with the blood of the devil running through his veins.” She continued, her voice laced with venom, "The urge to kill consumes you—completely, relentlessly. Do I need to remind you of your first kill? Your kitten... how you suffocated it despite its frantic struggle to escape. You snapped its neck, shredded its fur, and carved it into tiny, bloody pieces—just as Mummy wanted."

Aurora looked outside of the window, glaring back at the rising sun, the light making her eyes tear up, but she didn't look away, she focused there, trying to control herself from going crazy. In the end, she lost the battle and gave in to the only way she knew how to bury her emotions, killing. "I am going in there. If I don't come back in thirty minutes you take this idiot and get the hell out of here." Aurora spoke directly to Ares, as he watched all of her reactions, hearing his wife's words and feeling the pain she exuded from her body, even if not knowing it. "Going in there alone is asking for your death, angellino."

The muscles in his neck flexed as though he was holding back something sharper. “She says she was reborn,” he said finally, low and hard. “That’s not an explanation. That’s a story. We don’t know who she is. We don’t know what she is. And I won’t risk you because you feel sorry for her.” “I don’t feel sorry for her,” Zara shot back. “I believe her.” “She melted steel with her bare hands,” he said, each word clipped. “She survived what should’ve killed her. That doesn’t make her harmless. That makes her dangerous.”

She had a bloody knife in her hand, her eyes were wide open, and her body. His breath hitched. She was naked. She did not commit suicide. She was raped and murdered! He let out a broken scream as he scattered his books across the hard floor. "I could not save her! My visions are useless!" He dropped the photo and grabbed his head. Without thinking twice, he slammed it against the weak wall, trying to force the images out. "Get out! Get out!" "Evans!" Jane rushed in and pulled him away from the wall. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded that her gaze hardened as she saw the photo on the floor. "What did I tell you? Didn't I beg you to burn all her things? Come here, let me treat that."

I murdered numerous of them before brother Ron's sacrifice but am dissatisfied. I need murder more. I need spill their blood. Their blood will serve painter for my next drawing. I crave such deepened vengeance. And as always, the moon goddess provides. She provides an omega to serve my vengeance tool and also soothe my rage. A pretty banging omega to make up damages of the rouge omegas. Killing brother Ron's rescurer will definitely soothe my rage. She's the solution to my vengeful state. As earlier mentioned, too bad she's the scape goat.

Romano reassured Leo, "Yes, Leo, it's true. But don't worry, I won't harm you in any way." "Now, tell me, what do you want to know?" Mr. Romano inquired. Confused, Leo asked, "I want to know about my dad." Continuing, Leo shared, "I know he's a murderer, but my mother never confronted him. The last time you visited our house, I overheard you and my mother talking about my dad." Is he really a murderer, and how do you have knowledge about him? "Yes, he's a murderer, and I know him because he was part of the mafia. In fact, he was my right-hand man," Mr. Romano admitted.

“Mourn and grieve, be furious with his gentle heart, but you have crossed a line. Go back to murdering wolves.” Marius’ eyes narrowed. “Make me.”

holds all her pain and all of her son's. He cleaned it up and he made it beautiful, she will give him that. He hid the blood stains and he filled in the well, but he could not drive out all of the memories. He just ignores them. But they are still there. Like when she killed two men. She is a murderer. She took the lives of two people, here at this evil place. Yes, they might have been demons, but is she any better? They drew their last breath and not one more because of her. These walls, this building, those trees just outside the window.. they know what she did and they taunt her.