A Murderous Muse Novels & Stories

- Nothing will happen to you, we will follow and save you if something happens. - Tsuki said. Tsuki followed a tracker and a GPS, alongside Apsu Nimurta as they both sniffed out what would be... - We smell blood. – Apsu said. The girl was surrounded by sculptures with bleeding and severed heads, she ran deeper, when she came across the dead and lying body of Leonardo's muse with catheters and around her lying, several bodies of other models, who had bags and syringes that they transferred blood with magic circles.

"They’re through the wards, Kaelor. The song is breaking." A scream ripped through the air—a high, melodic note that ended in a wet gurgle. Across the plaza, a Muse fell. Her white robes soaked up the red from the floor like a sponge. "There!" Lucian’s voice echoed off the quartz spires. "The traitor and his pet!" Kaelor’s jaw unhinged. A sickening pop. His spine arched, his tunic shredding as gray fur exploded from his pores. He wasn't a man anymore. He was a hunk of silver-threaded muscle and hunger.

Over time, she became familiar, so when she met Elsa, she knew that Elsa had died unjustly, so she was determined to help Elsa, help her solve her injustice so that she could be reincarnated. Music sounded, was Mozart's 3rd sonata. Now that the two of them were standing in front of room 304, the music became even clearer. Who still plays music these days? Did the killer come back to room 304 to play music? Or is Elsa Hillton coming back to help her find the evidence? Dozens of questions were raised in Giselle's mind. A terrible headache was her feeling at the moment, without thinking any more, she decided to open the door of the warehouse. Indeed, room 304 did not lock the door. In the quiet

Too bad, I’m desperate. “So I need a muse.” I spoke letting all of that friendly tone disperse and revealing the tired emotions that I’ve been bottling up. He seemed pretty shocked for a second before masking it up. “I want to enter into WYP so badly. It’s my dream and now the latest project demands me to have a muse or a mini gallery of my own muse.” “I don’t care about all that. What’s in it for me?” Josiah said after hearing me out. I smirked at his response. He listened and didn’t even interrupt me. It may be stupid to think that but I rather go with it.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

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,

Morbius roared and suddenly snapped as he began attacking Frizabelle. Morbius became a violent madman as he recklessly charged on Frizabelle who was just standing still in the living area. She was blocking them easily. But Morbius did not care at all and it caused his subjects to step back and not interfere. He can't control the bloodlust rushing through his veins. "Want more?" a familiar but seductive teasing voice snapped him from his madness and looked to where it was coming. "Ceres," Frizabelle warned her beloved wife.

That establishment took a lifetime's work and a lot of killings to get the museum and in one night — day, everything was gone in thin air. Suddenly, my phone beeped, a new notification showed up on my phone. I opened it not caring if it were a hacked or virus infected file, and that was what set me running this morning — running to murder that bastard! I burned it down and soon, your… my little woman would be next. Come over let's talk like brothers. Brothers? I bit my lower lip subconsciously until it drew blood, my eyes went red with rage. I stood, my intent only to kill a bastard who didn't know his place. Without doing much, he had already broken the camel's back and the mention of my pu

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

Hussein sank onto the sofa, his head bowed, lost in grief, while the house filled with a suffocating weight of uncertainty and dread of what was to come. Suddenly, Miranda rose, as if she could no longer bear the weight. She left her seat and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped out. Her steps were slow as she crossed the garden and paused beneath her bedroom window. There lay the lifeless body of the murdered demon, as if from another world. She shuddered slightly but composed herself. She turned and went to the gate. Her hands grasped a heavy axe. She plunged the blade into the soil and, with weary arms, began to dig a deep hole. She threw in the strange creature's bones and then