Detective Scooby Doo Novels & Stories

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

Cricket After putting a pot of coffee on to brew, Pearl led me to the back of the gigantic ranch house, where she pushed on a wall panel and a door popped open. “Oh, my word, you have a Scooby Doo door?” I breathed out. Pearl chuckled. “I’ve never heard them called that, but that’s what I’m calling them from now on.” “Them? There are more than just this one?” “I have six Scooby Doo doors. Never know when we gotta hide a Saint from a sinner.”

"Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice. He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her. "Amazing." She mumbles. He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this one out," he said while handing her another notebook. "It's a comic. I made it. It's about a crime-solving detective like Sherlock Holmes, but mine is French. The name is Hank Devereaux, and he has a dog named Yoda." He explains enthusiastically. She smiled, and he noticed her eyes finally conveyed emotion. His heart was filled with delight.

HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind.

WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE “What do you mean? “ Lucy looked at him with a puzzled expression Williams took a deep breath “ I know you might not believe me, but I know this case is definitely not a case we can easily or merely solve, it is a supernatural case” “ And what makes you think that? “ Lucy asked, obviously interested Williams studied her facial expression, and seeing that she wasn’t looking at him like he was a weirdo or that he was delusional, he let out a breath of relief and continued

The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best. The girls hurried away into the far corner on the other side of the toilet. I couldn’t see any bruises, at least from here. Please don’t let them have hurt these kids. “It’s okay. We’re here to help. I’m Detective Hibiki Konishi of the San Francisco PD.” Hibiki softly greeted, crouching down and offering his wallet that displayed his badge and license.

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.

"We can't start an all out war, when we don't even know who we're dealing with and what he wants, we still have the shooting to consider and there's the issue of the police and our mystery man" Some of the men nodded in agreement. "And to answer your question Nico, here's what we're going to do, Nico you and Vince are gonna find this new Don of the American mafia, you're gonna tail him from a safe distance, find out everything about him there is to know, things that are off the record, Bernie's gonna give you everything you need to get to work" Spade explained and both men he just called nodded their heads in unison "What about the auction"? The same dark guy from before asked again "with ev

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"