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Councilman Charles is the first to speak, “Thank you, Dr. Moreno. Yes, we are here to investigate the death of Rose Clark, mother of Tina Clark, Luna of Golden Frost. We also understand there was another death around the same time of a man who was tortured most viciously.” Raul smiles, “I understand. Congratulations to Luna Tina. Her mother is deceased. It was a quick and swift death blow. Death was instant. She attempted to drug her Alpha with an aphrodisiac. Here are the reports. She instructed a kitchen staff member to put the aphrodisiac in the Alpha’s tea. Here is the signed testimony from the kitchen staff. I had to investigate the source of the drug and keep a trail. Additionally, fro

While still talking to Alex, Damian continued to search for other books that might contain records of events similar to the current incident. "If I'm not mistaken, everything that happened in the past is written in the book in front of you, Alex. I can't say if what you're looking for is in that book or not, but as far as I can remember all the cases of vampire murders are in that book." Damian said as he continued to look through the other books. "Is that the only book? My memory is getting harder and harder to work with! Maybe it's time for an old vampire like me to lock myself away in a remote castle on top of a mountain." He exclaimed then sat down next to Alex.

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

She has no idea why she asked him to speak to her, but it's hard to get a hold of Alphas in this manor, and she doesn’t want to waste the opportunity. He nodded. They sat at one of the tables located on the right side of the library. "Are you familiar with the victims?" She asks. "No! Never spoke to them or seen them." "Another dead end." She thought to herself. "But the way their bodies are arranged piqued my attention." Gertrude’s face lit up. "What about it?" She asked eagerly. The Alpha held his chin as he thought deeply. "I thought I remembered reading a book about rituals, but I couldn’t seem to find it now. It’s about sacrificing women to get something in return. The murders made me t

"The kind where three more bodies showed up overnight. All council loyalists. All killed the same way, throats torn out, that symbol carved into their shoulders." Sera sits up, clutching the sheet. "But we arrested Victoria." "Exactly." Dante's already getting dressed. "Which means either she has an accomplice we don't know about, or—" "Or she's not the only killer." They dress quickly, Sera borrowing clothes from Dante's closet. Everything's too big, but she doesn't care. They're out the door in ten minutes. The drive to the first crime scene takes them to the edge of pack territory. Yellow police tape surrounds a small cabin—one of the council's meeting houses.

“Go ahead, I will decide upon the truth.” “Okay, I’ll tell you then. In fact, Gokudo Soshiki is not the only one pining for the Holy Book, there is another mysterious force on its trail, whose identity I do not know. I did hear from Pepper Kimmich that they got hold of the Holy Book in the end.” What Frank said coincided with what Brittany mentioned previously. Yet, she refused to reveal their identities no matter what, much to Alex’s chagrin. “Therefore, you can guess who killed your father ultimately. Anthony once told me that he had already fainted and his consciousness was vague before the accident. He had no idea what had happened at all after the crash.”

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

"Terminate the Alfred family and finally take all they own." The heading was clear, bold, and chilling. Lillian's hands trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with each line. The book detailed a methodical plan to eliminate her family, step by step. Each death that had occurred was written with meticulous detail, a gruesome blueprint of murder and deceit. Her heart pounded as she read further. The realization hit her like a freight train—Katherine was behind it all. She was the murderer. And the next target was clear: their father.