Dramatical Murders Koujaku Novels & Stories

The man who had ordered her murder. ​"Oh heavens, you're alive!" Cai Ji cried out, throwing her arms around Sua in a desperate hug. ​Sua stood rigid, her eyes dead and calculating. So this is the play, she thought. Cai Ji wasn't just a murderer; she was a brilliant actress. ​Slowly, Cai Ji pulled back, her tear-filled eyes dropping to the massive, dark robe draped over Sua’s shoulders. The relief on her face melted into profound, perfectly orchestrated confusion.

The familiar lips brought him back to reality and helped his memories come back. Kadeem put Dylan and Anders to death, brutally. They were tied to a pole, and the security wolves were allowed to attack them. Kadeem runs his fingers through his hair. He does not feel bad about their deaths, but he does feel bad for the Omega sexual abuse victims.

(LUCIEN’S POV) Kaida lay motionless on the ground. That was a pool of blood spreading ominously beneath her head. There was no mistaking it. She was dead. Kaida was dead! My gaze snapped around, desperately seeking answers, and I was jolted by the unsettling realization. The culprit stood in the open, bathed in the harsh light of day. The figure responsible for this horrific scene was none other than our pack alpha—Atlas himself. And if a murder scene was this easy to solve, I had a strong hunch that things would just not go well from here on out.

I whispered while playing with my hands. “Hm, you have to tell me about that tomorrow, for now, what matters is you are safe, the murder was brutal,” Pau opened up to me. “It is truly brutal, those two humans were on a date at the edge of the cliff to see the sunset and then…were murdered there, somebody played with their sliced fingers as their blood was probably sucked out of them,” Judeo explained. “S-So the murderers are vampires?” I raised my tone, but none of them said a word until we heard a noise.

From the outside, Klauss, Narco, Leroy and Lyric, and other well-trained killers/cleaners surrounded the private resort, heard the resounding chilling blood-curling screams of men being killed by their Boss echoing the night. The ten men who sexually assaulted Sumire are now lying lifeless on the cold floor bathed in their own blood. Mort really did good artwork this time but he wasn't satisfied yet. He smashes and stomps their lifeless faces to smithereens with his feet making the murder scene in grisly detail.

Dre and Kyler looked livid while Xeon looked on, at the other two with an amused smirk plastered on his face. “You murdered them ?” I whispered in shock while I stood beside a huffing and puffing Dre. I did not even need to glance to my side to know that Dre had been the one to blast multiple Ninja Daggers (Kunai) at the corpse’s back in Xeon’s hand.

Kuya Zak said, I nodded looking at Keng in response. "Nice meeting you Keng." I said and I breathed a sigh of relief now that I won't be slaughtered inside this room. "It's done. I'll hide first because I know if I'm really their target, I'll come out when they get together for a massacre." He said to me. "I'll be your side Mio if ever happened I'll come, justice will also be achieved, so target Hideo Yuma Kubo." He added I wondered why I would target that person? Is he the one who killed him or is he the killer of Kuya Zak?

“I don’t care.” “We want to live.” The other three said with pale faces. “Leave the two girls!” Kiran ordered Maxwell. “Yes, sir!” Maxwell agreed. “Don’t kill us!” The remaining two male ninjas shouted in panic. Slap slap! Two loud slaps were heard, and the two men died instantly. Aurora witnessed Kiran killing those people and finally realized how terrifying he was. Aoki and the other woman looked at Kiran with fear and terror in their eyes.

Ryu interrupted Kenji, asking Murakami. "I’m the only one left," Murakami replied. "The only one? Were there others?" Kenji asked, already envisioning how many people he would need to eliminate. "There were some, but the others are dead. Cleared out," Murakami said, his body trembling even more. He knew what Kenji was thinking. "Oh, the dead ones." Kenji instantly knew who Murakami was referring to—those killed by Matsuda, the same person who had almost killed him too.

“Fine. How did he die?” Takumi leaned forward, his expression unreadable. “One stab. Not to the heart. Yet, he died instantly.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Kim’s eyes flickered to Kaiser, a subtle exchange passing between them. “That’s unfortunate,” Kaiser said, the mock sympathy in his voice almost comical. Takumi didn’t miss the way Kim’s fingers tensed ever so slightly before she relaxed again. Something was off. They weren’t surprised—if anything, they seemed to be confirming something.