City Lady Killer Novels & Stories

The underground parking lot was a labyrinth of cold concrete and flickering fluorescent lights. The moment Liam Martin stepped out of his car, he witnessed a common yet sordid scene: two men were half-carrying, half-dragging a woman toward a parked vehicle. Her head hung limp, long dark hair veiling her face, clearly unconscious. In River City’s nightlife, such sights were tragically frequent. Normally, Liam wouldn't spare a second glance. He was turning to leave when a flash of silver caught his eye—the woman’s high heels.

he finally replied. Yes, the fugitive they are looking for is Matthew Patt, the hitman who killed the mayor of Detroit, Michigan, 26 years ago. Matthew Patt was a skilled sniper who often killed many people according to his clients' requests. And that time, he was caught because he forgot to wear his headgear after successfully shooting the mayor from an empty building.

"Rose Walton was the prime suspect as the killer, Red Rose. You are living out of the town these many years, you don't know the news of Duluth City. Red Rose is a killer who killer Alan Lee, Lily Clark, John Wen, police officer Vincent and Steven Lowell. Do you want you to take it as a coincidence?" "I don't care." "And you know what officer Alexander Jones is the in-charge of the case. Don't you think the girl is taking advantage of your son?" "Leonard Smith, when these all have been murdered why don't you take care of yourself rather than meddling in other's business, because I and Andrea Lowell are out of the town." Leonard rendered speechless by his words. "It's been me and my son where

The flying dagger and the lead bullet collided and fell to the ground simultaneously. The expression of the woman in black slightly changed. She then said indifferently, “Trisha Cloude?” The female killer on the opposite side also spoke coldly, “Indeed, heroes are young. I have always heard that Cora Lloyd’s marksmanship is amazing, and it seems that it is true.” Apparently, this woman in black was none other than Cora Lloyd, who ranked third on the killer list. The two women who were on the killer list looked at each other. Cora then rushed forward in the next moment. She raised her right hand and fired bullets using the sniper again.

, I asked, my feet already leading me out of the company as my hands waved a cab, my body movements jerky and trembling. "The newly made", Lanie said in a whisper. The cab driver asked me for my location for the third time, the question snapping me out of my post trauma reverie. The newly made were the ones that killed my mother. They recently termed themselves the newly made, a bunch of sadistic killers who decide to make their own rules for the city. And humans? Humans weren't part of that city. "What do they want?", I asked, my fingers frozen in shock, numbly murmuring my location to the cab driver.

informed Cathy. "Shady things?" Adrianna raised her brows. "Have you heard about recent killings in the city? Mostly women are the targets and they were found dead, blood drained from the body… my sister in law suspects Knights involvement in this case but she is nobody to raise her voice." Cathy told Adrianna about the murders. "Yeah, I saw that in the news… I am scared too since I came late in the evening and the women who were killed were mostly corporate workers." "Exactly, and if anything gets proved, except the rumour, you know you will be doing a favour to the world…" Cathy was hopeful about this.

He unlocked his screen and tapped on it. Breaking News, we have another death recorded on the street. The victim was identified as Mr Anderson. Mr Anderson is the father of Angela Anderson. To remind you of who Angela Anderson is, she is the woman accused of murdering two members of the Moore family and is currently in police custody. Information reaching us is that the victim received a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The police believe the killer must be a sniper. The late Mrs Patricia Moore had a bullet to the head and so was the late Ms Elena Moore. This brings us to a very important question, do we have the right person in police custody? Because it appears the killer is still

The human city didn't sleep, but it did have a heartbeat. Tonight, that heartbeat felt frantic, echoing the pulse of the fifty elite Lycan warriors moving through the sewer systems and abandoned subway tunnels beneath the 5th Street district. I stood in the shadows of a brick alleyway, the Gothic spires of the Old Cathedral clawing at the smog-filled sky like the fingers of a dying man. I was dressed in tactical black, my medical kit replaced by a belt of silver-edged throwing knives and a vial of concentrated aconite. Beside me, Killian was a pillar of restrained violence. His scent was masked, but the air around him hummed with the static of a brewing storm.

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

The room flickered with static crawling up the walls. Suddenly, an old television in the corner buzzed to life, displaying a news broadcast. A woman spoke with a calm yet cold tone: “This evening marks one month since the tragic death of Camela Castellano, daughter of Mayor Siegel. Her suspected killer, Vincent Castellano, is still at large. Authorities warn that he may still be in the area.” Vincent’s claws slashed through the screen, but the image returned—now showing him on a wanted poster. His face was front and center, with his name boldly displayed beneath it: “Wanted for murder.”