Culverhouse Murders Novels & Stories

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

Behind them stood five more, all pacing and agitated. It was the biggest news story of the day. Not only had an internationally-acclaimed vocalist been murdered, right during his debut performance, right in Carnegie Hall—not only had he been murdered in a suspicious way, but things had managed to get even worse. When the police followed up on the only lead they had, when they had visited her apartment, four policemen were killed. To say that things had escalated was to put it mildly.

"We don't have a choice. The customers saw what's happening. We don't have a choice." Five minutes later, the police and the media arrived. Another murdered man in Haverville. Every local media and social media influencer hoarded outside the mansion. Another headline for Haverville. Det. Marvin Sullivan arrived with his partner, Fred. Bartholomew Carter arrived with his cameraman Neilsen. The coverage began immediately. The serial killer is starting to be more famous. Killing three men in a considerably peaceful city. "Another man was murdered by the serial killer. This time, a brothel owner, Carlos Aguilar, was killed by a mystery woman inside his office. Now, the speculation that the kille

Since seniority was a factor that hindered them from reporting directly. "Very well; Alpha Justin Pavlichev will be tasked with working with you to solve this issue," I concluded and banged the gavel to end the conversation. Christian was next. He got up and greeted everyone. "On the sixth of July, Alpha Thompson Amos, his wife and eighteen-year-old daughter were murdered in their house. Due to investigations and eyewitness accounts, his Beta, Mike Maguire, was implicated as the perpetrator of this crime. Unfortunately, the suspect fled Grizlo taking with him his daughter and wife. They have remained at large ever since. They sent video footage to deter us from searching for them and have al

I stopped pacing and turned to face him, “I don’t get it, how could their fingerprints be on the murder weapon? There weren’t even here when the murders took place. Anthony Franklin is the least violent man I know and his wife –there’s no way she can kill anyone either. They were framed, that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” Derek gives me a look that sends alarm bells ringing in my head. “What is it now?” With a sigh, he says, “The other servants in the Campbell house confirmed that Gus Campbell only allowed Anthony to touch his weapons. They were very dear to him and because Anthony had a lot of knowledge about weapons, he was the only one with access to the vault. Only Anthony co

However, when his expression turns from annoyed to relieved, I know that something is horribly wrong. “What is it?” I ask, bracing myself for whatever kind of case he has for me. “What happened?” “More murders,” he responds, seeming uneasy. “Murders,” I repeat, feeling a chill race down my spine. “As in multiple. Are they all related to the last two?” Any lingering frustration and guilt I felt about what happened the night before disappears entirely as a chill races down my spine and fear begins to bubble. “They are,” he confirms. “I need you, Anthony, and Atticus to go and investigate. There has to be something that we are missing. I’ve had men staking out the cemetery to try to catch the o

AN EXPLOSION AT THE LUMSLEY LUXURY BUILDING YESTERDAY NIGHT CAUSES MANY INJURY AND DEATH LOUISA TOMKINS AND HER LOVER, HENRY STILES, ARE VICTIMS OF INJURY, LOUISA TOMKINS IS CURRENTLY INTENSIVE TREATMENT LENORE JOSH CALDOR AND MAXIMILIANA HURD CALDOR, WHO HAVE RECENTLY MARRIED WERE DECLARED DEATH OF SERIOUS JURISDICTION TO THEIR HEAD AND BURN OVER THEIR BODY. BOTH WILL BE BURNED TODAY.

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

Lockwood himself. "It is evident tonight that these deaths are the work of the supernatural! And we won't stand to watch Innocent people of Covington get killed. I believe Sheriff Cosgrove was a victim of these monsters. And whoever is doing this is waging war that we cannot remain quiet any longer!" Mr. Conway blared in the large room dimly lit and filled with several antiques. Antiques she didn't quite understand. The skulls for example, which had a canine longer than usual. Then there were several daggers of different heights and indescribable writings inscribed on it. Books too, ranging from tiny to bulky sizes. All of them finely arranged on large shelves rooted to the wall. "Mr. Lockwo