Blonde Serial Killer Novels & Stories

Zack explained but Harris was quite confused. "Human Flayer? What do you mean?" He asked. "14 years ago, there was a popular serial murder case called the Flayer Murder case. The culprit was called The Flayerman. The case was titled Flayer Murder case because all the victim's corpses were discovered without furs. Flayerman would flay his victims alive after torturing them and rendering them helpless and defenseless and then he'd use the flayed furs to make garments and cashmere which he'd sell to the families of the victim." Zack exclaimed.

"The victim was sixteen. She testified against him. There was medical evidence. There were witnesses." "And yet?" "The case collapsed." "Why?" "One witness suddenly changed their statement. Evidence disappeared. His lawyer produced enough doubt to get him acquitted." I stared at the photograph again. "What happened to the girl?" Helena's expression hardened. "She couldn't live with what happened." My fingers tightened around the file. "She's dead?" Helena nodded and I closed my eyes briefly. "How?" "She took her own life." Silence filled the room and I looked down again.

BRYNN A blonde woman with chocolate brown eyes stood across from the man who murdered my mother. “The cage has been completed ahead of schedule,” she told him. The most sadistic and possessive smirk teased his lips. He was the type of person whose soul would be as black as tar. I highly doubted there would be anything good inside of him at all. “Perfect. The vessel will be mine tomorrow,” he said with a cold chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine.

said Cassandra, the brown-eyed girl with shoulder-length black hair and bangs. “Alright, fine.” I gave a small smile. “Devin here had briefed me of the case and I don’t know how to say this without ‘smashing my tongue’ but… YOU ONLY SOUGHT FOR MY HELP ON THE SERIAL KILLER’S SECOND VICTIM?!” Angelica shifted her gaze away and spoke in a low voice, “W-Well, we thought we could solve the first one…” “Devin couldn’t even tell me the meaning of the sliced pineapple resting beside the first corpse and you’re telling me you thought you could solve the case on your own?”

CHAPTER 1 Detective Kane Ryder stood over the blood-soaked king-sized bed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. The wealthy tech mogul Victor Lang lay naked, wrists and ankles tied to the four posts with silk ropes. A silver ice pick was buried deep in his throat. Thick, dryed cum splattered across his chest like a final insult. “Goddamn mess,” Kane muttered, his deep voice rough from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. Detective Lena Cruz crouched beside the body, gloves on. “Neighbors said they saw a tall blonde leaving around two in the morning. Veronica Voss. That erotic novelist everyone’s talking about, looks like she was the last one here.”

"A murderer who killed their Alpha during the Blood Moon festival." My hand tightened on my cup. "Go on." "Apparently, this rogue is a female. Silver hair, early twenties. Their Beta, Matthias, is offering a substantial reward for information leading to her capture." Henrik pulled out a folded paper, sliding it across the table. "They sent this." I unfolded it. A crude sketch showed a young woman with long silver hair and sharp features. The description beneath listed her as dangerous, unstable, a traitor who'd murdered Alpha Declan in cold blood.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" "I want your clothes and I am Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture, as soon as your clothes are off, hand cuff yourself to the sink pipes." He was in complete control at this point. "Where did you get the handcuffs?" Dr. Blanch couldn't believe that he was asking a known serial killer such a stupid question. "Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous."

Rooster shrugged and turned his attention to Sheriff Tillman. "Let's get an I.D. sketch going and see if we can't put an A.P.B. out on this strange blonde," he said. "Somebody has to know her and I pray they remember like you do old sod." "One more thing Oldtimer, how you know she wasn't the mother of the girl?" asked Brick skeptical. "From what I remember the little girl didn't seem to like her all that much and vice versa," replied Rooster. "Well, shit we might solve this case in no time if we can find out who this blonde chick is and what she had to do with the kidnapping," said Brick with a smirk.

The blonde man took the keyboard and pressed a line of code. Like just looking for information about playing cards, he is looking for information about crossbows. The crossbow shows more information than playing cards. He stared at the information on the computer screen, basically what the international masters got in the competition, and only one of them was the brightest. That's a code name, Bobcat -- The second killer in the International Top 10 Killers list, his weapon is a crossbow. Information on Bobcat is clear, however, that he is African, nearly forty years old, and that in the last two years there have been signs of withdrawal, often in the public media, on the way to bleaching.

blaze said boiling with anger. "Who's scarlet?" Was the first thing that came in Dennis head. "I don't know the name the name she gave you but she's the girl who's leaving with you." Both Gerald and Dennis were dumbfounded. "Wait she works under you?" Dennis further asked. "Oh yes. She's a serial killer." Blaze said with a smirk. Bursted. .... Kate sat in Khalid's bed observing scarlet photo. "what are you doing there babe? Cmon let's go get some shower, that was a hot makeout." Khalid said walking into the bathroom but notice Kate Wasn't even listening.