A Murderous Muse Novels & Stories

Alexis stared at Lendon seriously and said, “Mr. Martin, after last full moon night, I am sure Miss Miller can help control your poison, but….” “What?” Lendon stared at Alexis and asked coldly. “The poison has increased rapidly since last night,” Alexis answered. Lendon had guessed this result, so he didn’t get angry. “Do you know the reason?” He asked. “I think it is also related to Miss Miller.” Alexis explained patiently, “At full moon night, Miss Miller will spread a kind of special smell as well as another matter from her that could lessen the wolf poison inside your body; therefore, I conclude she can help decrease it. But on an ordinary day, her body is producing another matter that w

Rhylent tipped his head to the side as his eyes widened. "Yes." Murry shrugged. Why was that a big deal? "Are you positive you heard tassezo? Do not lie." "Yes. tassezo. Seriously, do you think I'd make up a word and then go walking around a spaceship just to come to you so you could kill me? You think I woke up this morning thinking it would be fun to screw with a six-tentacled warrior assassin alien?" Murry scoffed. "I'm not suicidal." "And yet you are suicidal enough to be snide to a six-tentacled warrior assassin alien." Rhylent folded two of his tentacles over his chest.

“You’re not them. And that’s the problem.” I glare up at him, defiant despite the pounding of my heart, despite the heat pooling low in my stomach from his closeness. “Then what am I, huh? Some new toy? Something for your ego to conquer?” He leans in, his breath warm and sinful against my lips but not touching. “You’re my muse.” I scoff, feeling all emotions at once. His muse? What does that even mean? I was not is painting. I was not his poem. Not a tragic masterpiece he could destroy and claim it to be beautiful.

" I asked. There's so much water in this place and we need to go back to get some. "Yes." "But there's no water in here." "Then let's use blood inside, anything wet." My eyes widened when she grabbed a knife before cutting her pulse. I bit my lips more when she poured it all to that blank page. I could not react once I saw what's inside. It was a picture of the Death Wish, why would they have something like that? Or maybe this is the source of that study. While we were searching, I heard a noise outside. Until that little noise went violently. "Who's there?!" Who could that be?

I asked and facepalmed. “She is, Alpha. She has been mute since birth and still is.” They said I frowned. Why was the moon goddess so cruel? Why on Earth would she give me a mute as a mate after all I've been through to find my mate? Was she this heartless, or was she purposely being mean? A stealer wolf?

I hesitated before asking the question that had been bothering me. “Will my parents be there?” His expression hardened. “I don't want you to fear your parents.” I frowned. “What?” “I want you to fear me.” My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. “That doesn't even make sense.” “It does to me.” “Why would you want me to fear you?” Luciano leaned back. “Because fear keeps people from becoming careless.” I stared at him. “That's a terrible reason.” “Maybe.” His gaze held mine. “But I don't want you to break easily.”

For royal families to travel to these events is a tradition, Aunt Martha told me. "I am anxious for you to meet Maxon. My cousin is a wonderful man; we are all waiting for him to find his muse. He says he already found it, but it slipped through his fingers, but knowing him, it shouldn't take him long to find it," said Elena. "Muse?" I said, confused. "Ha, I forgot there were still some terms you didn't know, for werewolves. It's MATE for us; it's MUSA OR MUSE for women."

He threw his head back and laughed into the sky. “Didn’t I say it, she is feisty. No she-wolf kills that many hunters without a bucket load of fire in her belly” Doyle cackled wildly. Hunters, Gunner’s Mate killed a lot of hunters? So she’s some kind of super warrior then. I’m starting to respect and hate this mystery woman. Gunner squeezed my shoulder, another growl bubbled out of his mouth. “Yes, Tiny Goddess. I know all too well not to fuck with you” Doyle teased,

“I will not let you destroy me, not like the other girls you've killed in your murderous pursuit of the impossible.” Without any further thoughts, I gripped the large shard of glass tighter and dashed towards the shaman's, aiming directly for her face. The thought that they had been murdering girls irritated me. Whereas I had thought that I was their only specimen for the experiment. Dante was a monster, a woman abuser, who should not be allowed to remain on the loose.

Her long black hair spills over her shoulders like a living shadow. She smirks at me. “Well,” she says lazily. “Someone’s framing me.” I exhale slowly. “You didn’t kill them.” Medusa snorts. “Please.” She hops down from the window. “If I was killing students, half this academy would already be dead.” Fair point. She walks toward the body and crouches beside it. Her expression darkens slightly. “Innocent wolves,” she mutters. “Coward move.” I watch her carefully.