Criminal Minds The Longest Night Novels & Stories

Another brutal crime scene. The killer struck only on full moons, leaving behind the victims so deformed that even the most seasoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodies in six months, all torn apart like they had been mauled by a wild animal. No fingerprints. No murder weapon. No witnesses. And now, the case was hers. Evelyn exhaled sharply, steeling herself before walking back inside. The precinct smelled of stale coffee and sweat, the air thick with frustration and fear. She could feel it in her bones—the weight of the city’s dread pressing down on her.

That exact moment flashed vividly in her mind. Olivia just had a nightmare about that incident last night, and now she was triggered by it again upon hearing the name of the man whom they killed—Paul Ostin. There could be plenty of people with the name Paul Ostin but there was definitely no way every single of them was killed by a gangster ten years ago. The blonde did not even know that the man had a child, which made her feel even more sick.

"We don't have time anymore, Josh. We're running low. Diaz's long arm is hunting down Andrea as we speak, and you want time? We've used up all the time we can ever afford, and you and I both know that if we're going to save this girl, this could be our last night in the King's Club for awhile." Taking a seat in one of the leather chairs, I put my head down, closed my eyes and thought of what I was actually doing. My world as I knew it could collapse and I could even die tonight. Why was I so frightened of something like this when I was able to rob banks, deal drugs and kill men when all this was in fact about a girl I didn't know? A martini was placed at my table. Mario took a seat beside me

“Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.” I instantly panick and the room starts to spin. I can feel the heat raise to my temples and the sweat starts to bead around my eyes and lips. As I start to panick further, I hear a loud sound upstairs and then a giggle. Suddenly, e

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

We all thought that after meeting someone who would cherish us, love us, respect us, and protect us, it'd all have a happy ending, but I learned that sometimes people come into our lives to teach us valuable lessons and help us grow, even if they are not meant to stay forever. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, absentmindedly tracing the patterns on my quilt. The room was so quiet that I could hear the distant hum of traffic outside my window. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sharp ring of my phone. Glancing at the screen, I saw my attorney's name. My heart skipped a beat as I answered. "Friah," his voice came through the line, heavy with gravity. "I have some news. Drenver has b

The once cohesive pack now operated under a cloud of fear and uncertainty, their leader's unpredictability casting a long shadow over their lives. One evening, as Ethan sat in his study, he couldn't escape the images of the woman he had killed. Her face, twisted in terror, haunted his every thought. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He needed to regain control, to bury the guilt that threatened to consume him. --- Meanwhile, Bella continued her discreet inquiries despite being barred from Ethan's presence. She knew something was terribly wrong, and she was determined to uncover the truth. Her concern for Selene and the well-being of the pack drove her to seek answers,

The full moon illuminated the night, casting an eerie glow over the hospital's surroundings. Mario's men patrolled the perimeter, their eyes darting at every shadow, fully expecting an assault from Damon. Yet, the true threat lurking in the darkness was far beyond their imagination. Inside, the tension was palpable. Three men stormed into the elevator, ascending swiftly to the top floor where Mario’s ward was located. Their faces were pale, their breaths ragged, and their hands fidgeting with their weapons.

August dismissed the figure as not Drust, because this person stood much shorter and groaned over the parcel he carried. With no more time to deliberate it, August struck. He brained Fagan on the top of his head, drilling the bone in his right hand into the mop of the blacksmith’s hair. August’s strike caused an immediate reaction as the thick man dropped the bag he carried. Not content that he subdued the stumbling man, August used the bone in his left hand in a sideways swipe, nailing the rear of Fagan’s skull. The man fell forward, half coughing, half swearing in shock.

“The video shows her walking to the SUV. You know where she is. End the games, Julian. The children need their mother. I need my sister.” Before he could answer, every screen in the building suddenly lit up with bright light. A masked hacker appeared on the main feed and broadcast a message across the Cross headquarters. “The truth dies in seventy two hours,” the figure said in a distorted voice. Then the screen changed to a live feed that made my heart stop. Liam sat bound to a chair in a dark room. He looked tired but still alive. His eyes stared straight into the camera with quiet strength. The countdown began in bold numbers at the bottom of the screen. Seventy-two hours. The clock start