Detective Rarity Novels & Stories

There was only one person I knew who could get me military-grade pinhole cams on zero notice. And I hated him. Deeply. With the fire of a thousand suns. My ex, Derek. Narcotics detective turned private security after he got kicked off the force for “borrowing” evidence. Asshole still owed me for not ratting him out when I caught him. I scrolled to his name, hovered, cursed, hit call before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the third ring, voice all smug sleep. “Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?”

Now, she is an integral part of my company which is why, when there were incidents of a few rogue werewolves exploiting my body scent perfumes to mask their identities and commit petty crimes, it was Antonia I went to. We came up with the idea of creating a perfume detector which could help us prevent these kinds of situations in the future. Unfortunately, one of the core materials that was to be used in the detectors was extremely rare, and finding ways to obtain it was a major issue we were facing right now. “So, about the materials for the perfume detector-” Antonia begins, going over the few options we had to obtain the material from. I am listening to her and weighing the options when a

"Gated community with private security. My clearance should get us through without waiting for local authorities." "What do we know about his collection?" Casie asked Valeria, forcing her mind back to the investigation. "If he specialised in lunar artifacts, it would be extensive and extremely valuable," the former Raven replied. "Items that respond to werewolf energy are among the rarest in the supernatural world; most were destroyed during the Great Hunts three centuries ago." Rick navigated through traffic with increasing confidence in his enhanced reflexes, the SUV responding to his subtle adjustments as though it were an extension of his body. "So if Krane had the Tear, or knew where to

Inspector Raymond. The human detective was a rare anomaly in our region. He was one of the few high-ranking law enforcement officials who knew exactly what we were—a necessary liaison between the human legal system and the autonomous laws of the regional packs. He was a veteran investigator, his face mapped with deep, weathered lines, his sharp gray eyes carrying the cynical weight of a man who had seen the worst things monsters could do to one another.

It could last for dozens of generations. Aurum's smile grew deeper. "What if it's not just pharyngitis?" "Huh?" The detective was puzzled. "Then, what else could it be? It's not just Mr. Wood. Even you, Mr. Lefting, do so many checkups every year. If there were any problems, they would've been detected early on." Aurum shook his head. "No, some rare diseases just don't show up in tests." "That might be true for regular checkups, but with your high-end specialized checkups, they should definitely... um..." The detective suddenly realized something was off.

Acros is pronounced as Ak-ros. Not like across. A play with the Acrostic Cipher, Like Scarlet is for Scarlet thread used for Spider webs. ACROS' POV As expected, They did it. They solved the crime. I watch as the detectives leave the scene with another successful case. They wouldnt have done it without my codes and tiny clues of course. Everything was planned from their ages to their names and birth months. I chuckled. "Acros." "Scarlet? Took you long enough."

The guys in blue had searched the whole place, but they have deduced that nothing is missing from all the things that were inside John Albert Tristan’s apartment. Jewelries were scattered but there seems to be nothing that was taken, even the chinaware or the furniture. Nothing was missing, nothing was taken. The only thing that the culprit really did was kill John Albert Tristan and leave a warning—- a warning for Auria. “Do we know anything about the victim?” Detective Olive asked towards his people, but Mr. Tevyat tapped his shoulders and pointed to the blonde young man behind them, clearly brimming with a lot of words to say. “Do you need to know anything about the celebrities? You ask h

"Rarity? The famous wine taster?" "I'm Rarity."

The detective's expression remained unreadable. "But this document mentions another missing item." I swallowed. "What was it?" The detective looked directly at me. "A small locked metal box." Richard's face drained of color. "No..." Callum frowned. "What's in the box?" Richard slowly sat down. "I don't know." "I never knew it existed." The detective studied him carefully. "I believe you." Callum crossed his arms. "So..." "We have a necklace." "A box." "And somehow Aya's mother is connected to both?"