Detective Void Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

In a matter of minutes, 20 thousand dollars hit my account just like that. I was the one who'd asked for a divorce, so of course my wife's mother, Connie Bronson, couldn't wait to see me gone. Ever since Shawn Quill started showing off his so-called lie-detecting skills, my reputation had been completely trashed. After I got a vasectomy, my recovery hadn't gone well, and I'd gone to the urologist a few times. Shawn had twisted that into "proof" that I had some disgusting STD.

"What happens to them?" I leaned back in my chair, "The Void is where I put the trash that the world forgot to take out. My targets are simple, Gianna. I hunt the people who fucked over my family, the ones who think they can steal from the Capone or snitch on us. And I hunt the ones like him." I tapped the photo of the man in the suit, "Rapists. Especially the ones who touch kids. The ones who deserve to feel exactly what it's like to be the prey for once," I turned back to the screen, "I make sure they never have the chance to hurt anyone ever again."

More patient. The third Void was waking. And this time, the seal might not be enough.

The vampires remained perfectly still, but their crimson eyes burned with a cold, calculated fury. "The door to their world has been found," Killian continued, his golden eyes sweeping over the crowd. "We are not going to wait for them to build another one. We are going to cross the threshold. We are going to the Void." A murmur of unease finally broke the disciplined silence. The Void wasn't a physical place like a jungle or a mountain; it was the absence of existence. It was a vacuum of dark matter and entropy.

Good. As I walked toward the exit tunnels with Tyrone by my side, I felt the weight of ten years of peace behind me and the fire of a decade-old war ahead. I was Valerie, the Detective Alpha, and I was going to find out exactly who had stolen the life I was supposed to have. From the distance, Tyrone stood near the gates looking as handsome as ever. I smiled but he doesn't return it. Grabbing me by the waist, he planted a deep, intoxicating kiss on my lips almost stealing my breath away. He pulled back only to say.

“Guard your oath well, Guardian. The Void is patient. We will watch. And if you break your promise…” A presence interrupted. Something else in the deepest Void stirred. Something older. Darker. More terrible than entropy itself. The Prime recoiled. Actually recoiled in what might have been fear. “What is that?” I asked, feeling the presence grow stronger. “Something that should not wake. Something that sleeps in depths even I do not explore.” The Prime’s form destabilized with what might have been panic. “Your intrusion has disturbed it. Your presence here, in the Void, carrying that artifact… it noticed.”

“I couldn’t explain it. Then, I started trying to remember all of the reasons why we dated to begin with.” He shakes his head, a look of frustration and confusion etched on his features. “Elysian, there is a void in my mind…” His voice trails off, and suddenly, he moves towards me, his eyes finding mine once more. “There are holes in my memories, and I think you know why.” I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I knew this moment would come, but now that it’s here, I find myself at a loss for words. I sympathize with him, and before I can mutter a sound, he says, his voice low and intense, “I did that packet inspection. I know what you found.”

Small rocks and debris were falling from the hole which Vicky was blasted into; the dust from the impact obscured the view making it hard for Phil to see if he had finished Vicky off. But the suspense did not last long, quite footsteps echoed inside the large cavern. Vicky was slowly walking, her body had cracks all over and a sizable chunk on her chest was destroyed revealing the true body of the nightmare origin. The face of Annie's father mixed with the characteristics of a spider, with fangs instead of a human mouth and multiple eyes on the upper part of his head, was peaking inside Vicky's chest.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr