Detective Chronicles Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 : Dawn of Uncovering The TV screen at the police station was showing a documentary about a case of missing person. The reporter was expertly detailing the events that led to the uncovering of the mysteries surrounding the disappearance. He emphasized that the success of solving the case is due to the unwavering cooperation of witnesses and the victim's family as well as the devotion of the police force led by Detective Ian Murray. Detective efforts were praised but Ian felt hollow. He felt tired, the file in his hands seemed to be heavy . His mind is in fog ,his mysterious caller also left a message. His phone display said, I will meet you., but that was all. He knew it’s goin

He had been in the room for over an hour, and so far, it seems he wasn't going anywhere with his investigation. “Romano Cherisi, the anonymous man, the mob boss of Venice. One of these men is after my brother's life. Who could it be?” he thought aloud, staring at the images displayed on the laptop screen. He took the mouse and scrolled through before closing the laptop screen in frustration. He was finding it hard to complete his work. He took a stick of cigarette from the pack and lit it, inhaling the smoke for some seconds before exhaling. His facial features relaxed as he continued puffing smoke into the air.

A rock with an inscription on it. However, it had been marked as such on the map he'd found. The manuscript about the Fated One came to his attention while he was looking for the wisdom he desired. A map with Darwin's name on it had been half-burned to the ground, purged for belief in a once-mighty monster knight, now a lycan, with his humanity weakening slowly and now he had deemed himself dangerous. Darwin found the archive where the map had been when he placed his mother's bones in a box on their family tomb. The Fated One was said to be able to change the course of history. Was capable of defying the will of the fates as well as the will of the gods.

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Jenkins and uncover the truth behind Sarah's disease. The masked figure removed their helmet, revealing a woman with piercing green eyes and short, dark hair. "My name is flo" she said. "We're a private security team. We've been tracking Mrs. Jenkins for months. She's been involved in some shady dealings, and we're determined to bring her to justice." Emma's eyes narrowed. "What do you know about Sarah's disease?" Flo's expression turned serious. "We know it's at the center of everything. And we're going to help you get to the bottom of it."

At the center of the long table was Detective Elijah Monroe, flipping through a digital tablet. He gestured to Layla. “Report.” Layla stood with her messy ponytail. She cleared her throat and began. “We gathered what we could from the tech left behind. All footage of Dax’s transformation was corrupted. Someone...most likely Lucien...fried the cameras remotely during the scuffle.” “Asides Ayla there were three more wolves. Lucien Kael showed up just after one had shifted. He pinned the wolf down, got him to change back. No casualties after that moment. He could have killed Marcus but didn’t.”

No one. How did she flag him too? Shaking, I flipped through more. Then yanked open my drawer and pulled out my notebook. Page by page, I compared. Same direction. Same suspects. Even the rough sketches I'd scribbled of the scene—identical. Why? I forced myself to breathe and replayed everything in my head. Did I miss something? Didn't get far—Chief Doyle stormed in. "Captain Mercer, 813's hit again. Get your team to the scene. Now!"

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.