Black Cat In The Rue Morgue Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

"Are you still staring at the King's black carriage?" I asked, pulling on my thick white doctor robes. The cold air of the eighth floor inside the Major Crimes Unit building smelled like old silver and dead skin. It was right above the dark ice morgue where the pack keeps the bodies of rogue wolves. Effie Jones jumped away from the glass window, her face turning bright red under the magic lights. "N-No! I am not looking at Supreme Alpha Idris Blackthorne! Stop talking nonsense, Zanele!"

I said, doing my best to sound normal. “So, what’s going on?” I asked Zane. “Something is off,” he replied, showing me the black coffin. The black coffin. Here it was, right in our face. The cold mist lingered around it, giving chills. The black mist was thicker than what Eric had described and different from the last time we were here. Faint black veins slithered around the black coffin like the Noctyrix, ready to bite anyone approaching it. “Look! The black coffin is vibrating!” Zane pointed out as soon as we drew nearer to it.

It says vampires tend to commit crimes in dark places and out of sight. Thinking that Uri's heart couldn't hold back and beat faster than usual. But for now, curiosity overwhelmed his fear. Uri took a deep breath, intending to walk to that alley to observe, but suddenly from that, a black cat came out, looking at him quietly groaning. "Meowwww...." It turned out to be a cat! Uri breathed a sigh of relief, he was thinking too much. There are no vampires here! Uri busts to laugh because of his thoughts. He sat down and stroked the little cat: "Kitty, go home, don't run around like that."

Blake is pissed. He called one of the hunters and told them to follow him and find out who he is talking to and what he is doing. Jacksonn had called Marcus to meet him at the morgue so that he could see the report of the autopsy again to show Marcus his findings. Marcus got to the morgue to meet Jackson and they both examined the report. He carefully examined the images of the autopsy and the report with a furrowed brow, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "This isn't the work of any werewolf I know," he finally said. "The claws are too long and thin. And look at the teeth marks, they're too precise."

I gather up the evidence "Let's go to the morgue and check if the other victims have the same tattoo." We Rushed into the city morgue and examine the corpses one by one. The smell of the embalmed dead bodies makes my stomach turned, the smell of the chemical mixed with the slowly rotting, cold bodies makes it worse. We gathered all of the bodies and lay them on the embalming table. All the bodies have the same symbol on different parts of their body. I studied the tattoo closely, and I realized it was not a regular tattoo but it was like a burnt mark. I took photos of the mark individually and put them back into their respective places.

Viktor arrived at the apartment building as the temple bells struck ten o'clock. In the dark, one of his feet brushed against something hairy and wet. Viktor stopped and took a step back. The unearthly luminescence of the moon illuminated even the darkness of the street, where the light devoid of shades stripped the object of all its color, but in spite of that it was unmistakable. Erich's cat lay dead in the street. His skinny body was unnaturally stretched out. Hideously black blood stained his spiky ginger hair where the wagon wheel had passed over him.

I am scared. I looked at the mud and decided to wipe it. I will clean it before my mother and Nana Salve wake up because I didn't want them to see the mess that I didn’t make inside my room. I went out to get a mop in the kitchen. When I hear Wolfie bark again but this time he is not barking at me. He is barking at something in the living room. I stopped wetting the mop that I will use to clean the mud inside my room when I heard a whisper in my ear. “Who is the murderer now?”