A Murderous Muse Novels & Stories

Marvin probed. "Gosh! I don't even understand any of these things. Who is the muse?" Olivia once again asked, looking a bit pale. "Madamé, the Muse Group is a subsidiary of The organization formed by the Crazy Lady." It also happens to be the first anti-dark forces group. This muse group is dangerous and scheming. I am a leader who I don't know, but I have a computer mindset. He could come up with different strategies and evil plans that would make you doubt your intelligence.

He yelled. "We could've all die because of your carelessness with that little girl. How? Your mom is a werewolf son, vampires declared war, the Muse declared war if we refused to remove their daughters memories from you. I didn't want your to die, we both are vampires and she's a werewolf......"

NESSA "Vampires tend to burn when in contact with a silver" mum answered my unasked question. Mk kissed the knife and gently run it on Luis exposed face and his face start to burn as he let out a loud scream. "Oh we just started " MK said smirking. "What do you fucking want from me !!!!" Luis yelled from the pain "We told you already who is the fucking killer ?" Mk asked again. "I know nothing " Luis said scrunching his face in pain

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

Madison laughed, but there was a bleakness in it. "You want to know why?" She walked over and crouched in front of me. She then grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up. "Fine. I'll tell you." She held the pocket watch in front of my eyes so I could see the photo inside. "Five years ago, during that ambush against Keith, there was a werewolf named Jamie Jennings. Do you know him?" My pupils contracted.

I asked him to check whether the print matched the victim’s. I picked up the half-burned family photo. Something felt off, but I could not explain it. I was confused. What kind of hatred would make someone kill his own mother? Thinking of this, I tried again. I set the mirror by the window and checked the view outside. No normal person could kill someone and hold a mirror at the same time. Not without a third hand. Unless, of course, he used the victim’s trust and tricked the victim into helping him.

Instead, I had banged on the closet doors so desperately that my arms had become mangled, with blood pouring out uncontrollably. "Stay inside, and think about what you've done!" Blood had gushed out from my lower half, and I realized that I had lost the child. Ignoring the lack of oxygen, I had used my last bit of strength to slam my head into the closet doors, hoping Cody would understand how helpless I had felt. "Looks like you're actually scared, huh? Can you finally understand the terror Luna felt when she was trapped?" In the end, I had suffocated to death. Before I had closed my eyes for the final time, I had heard him say coldly, "Chain this closet up! I'm sick and tired of all this c

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

My arms itched to pull her to me but my beast and I understood that she needed girls' time. The burial was long over, people had retreated back to their places and yet I remained behind, giving my mate the space to grieve. Yes she was safe in my mother's arms but I wasn't about to risk anything. Mimi had been murdered with a lethal dose of a silver dart, in my pack, a pack full of trained warriors.

' She slumped down, unable to carry the weight of the ache in every throbbing cell in her body, every corner and bend. 'A mind game that kills. I am powerful, little girl of my blood, powerful. I killed the mother of your mother, the first of your descendant and I have killed the third, fourth, fifth… oh, so many of your ancestors, and I will kill you, the last of you and then there shall only be me, my darkness. Only the shadows.' He swayed, to his own song and Aurora knew he had crossed the border of sanity a long time ago. A kind of crazy dance to endless, insane tune.