Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

I said, attempting to steer the conversation back on course. “Er.” Asher cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep up with my bizarre line of questioning. “Yes, so there is only one mention, but it’s as if we’re missing some pages.” My focus was back now. “Explain.” “The author of this entry has written here.” Our scouts apprehended a rouge today who was trying to cross our boundary lines. The rouge said he was running from a werewolf who was conjuring fireballs at him. We suspect he is mad but have locked him in the dungeon for questioning.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

Dean nodded and took his hand firmly before they walked back into the room. "So father," Sam voice took on a deadly tone as he began circling their victim, "we have some questions for you," Of everyone they tortured, Dean father held out for the longest, but eventually, like the other, he gave in. They found that there was, in fact, someone above him in the Circle, one Roman Frea. He was incredibly elusive, but they had plenty of time to track him down. With their one question answered, Sam made sure to remove his blindfold before he stared him in the eye and shot him in the head.

Which in its own way is a form of care. "If it is the same investigation," he says slowly, "then the case that closes what happened to them is the same case that closes what happened to sixteen communities and six years of Sola and a thirty-year theoretical framework built on a premise that supernatural populations can be studied and managed without their knowledge or consent." "Yes," she says. "That is a very large case," he says. "Yes," she says. "It is." He looks at the stacked notebooks on the counter. "We are going to need more notebooks," he says.

he said pointing to a file of papers on the desk. “What is it all about?” Olivia asked, picking up the file casually. “There have been a few suspicious killings in a remote town in Norway, four to be precise, over the past three weeks. The Paranormal Authority has flagged the incidents. They suspect foul play… you know…as in supernatural involvement. So I have approved the mission,” he explained. “How can you be so sure? Could be a psychopath on the loose,” Olivia said, reclining in her chair.

Real law enforcement has arrived—not academy security, but actual supernatural authorities with badges and handcuffs. The crowd notices too, and their chanting gets louder, more unified: "Arrest them! Arrest them! Arrest them!" The lead officer steps forward, his voice cutting through the noise with supernatural authority. "I am Detective Lawson with the Supernatural Crimes Division. We've received multiple reports of evidence tampering, bribery, and conspiracy. Lord Ravenscrest, Council Members, Torres, and Blackthorne, you are all under arrest."

Between them was a pitch black mark that vaguely looked like a human but looked as if someone had thrown a grenade which had burnt a blast mark into the floor. The auction had been locked down successfully with minimal casualties. The terrified women and girls who had been forced there to be sold like cattle were receiving medical attention and the suspects were currently being processed before they would be transported to a holding facility to be questioned. A few supernaturals had been amongst the victims and suspects and they had been covertly separated from their human counterparts to be dealt with by their own kind. With everything in hand, Mully, Daniel and Karim had gone to see if Kad

"The others should be here soon. I want to begin as soon as possible. There’s been another development." "Other than the two new bodies?" I inquired. "Other than those. I received a call from the FBI's Supernatural Crimes Division an hour ago. They’re officially taking over the investigation." The silence that followed that announcement was thick with meaning. The FBI's Supernatural Crimes Division only intervened when local supernatural law enforcement was considered inadequate to manage a threat. This indicated either that the killer had escalated beyond what Marcus's group could handle or someone with significant political influence had decided this case required federal involvement.

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were