Emma Walker Killer Novels & Stories

Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind. Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.

“I just discovered it yesterday when I was dissecting it. And I think it's a very gruesome murder. Since you brought her in half-decomposed after being submerged in water for days, I couldn't check it thoroughly. It was only after her body was chemically cleaned and left for a few days that I was able to dissect her yesterday.” Tyler pursed his lower lip in annoyance after getting Charles' explanation. This means that his assumption was correct. It wasn't Jim who killed Alma. He never even mentioned anything about the blunt object or the beating he did to Alma. He only mentioned sleeping pills and how Alma fell and hit her head against the foot of the bed. Only Alex is the right candidate to

"More people are aware that you are already present—werewolves, vampires, rogues, and even hybrids. Amelia, you're not secure here. Amelia's talk was cut short when she heard the bell above the door. Ema whirled swiftly, grasping the handle of the pistol hidden behind her robe. Three males entered the bookstore, their body language intimidating and their fists gripping hard. Ema's blood raced cold when she recognized them. A man named Max, who appeared to be skilled at scheming; a huge Jake; and a woman whose name she didn't know but recognized as one of Bruce's devoted pack.' Get away from her,' the boy named Max said venomously, his eyes flaming with barely controlled rage.

"Careful? What do you mean?" Emma looked at Ken, her eyes narrowed. "There's a black-faced girl over there. She's the one you should watch out for." "Black-faced girl?" Richard interrupted, clearly surprised by Emma's statement. "Who is that girl?" Emma paused for a moment, weighing the words she was about to say. Then, in a lower, more assertive tone, she said, "She killed Alpha Hernandez and his family. Including Elara."

A single streetlamp flickered near the path to the lake, and I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at the water. I walked faster. My list was growing. Ashley Bright, my too-friendly roommate with the cigarette scar and the easy questions. Professor Vance, Madden Lighter, the dark-haired girl eating a banana alone, who had once been Alice's friend and then wasn't. And Helena Vance, the professor's daughter, with her perfect smile and her cold eyes and her warning wrapped in sympathy. Five names. Five suspects. And somewhere in the shadows, at least one killer. My chest ached,a deep, hollow throb, I was tired of bearing.

It felt like a gamble, because there had been no guarantee that I would be in my office when the shelf would have fallen. But then I remembered that day when she had come into my office to report Alex to me. I had briefly gone into the bathroom to wash my face. I figured out that she had used that opportunity to tweak the shelf, increasing the probability of it killing me. I sat across a terrified looking Emma, her blonde hair looking matted, her eyes swollen. She was silently crying. She had spent just a day in prison and she already looked like she's been to hell and back. "This is the last time I will ask you this Emma." I said in a tired voice, already loosing the tiny bit of patience I

He said, and I smiled at him without saying anything else as I went away, immediately making my way to the room Emma was. EMMA POV Immediately I opened my eyes, and slowly glanced around, and saw myself in a room. I wondered where I was right now, as I slowly tried to sit up on the bed. My head hurts so badly, and I could remember the last thing I saw before I finally blanked out. I really couldn't believe my brother was there, and Hunter had killed him, and also kidnapped me. Hunter is really so evil to me, and I hate the fact that he was my mate, honestly I really wished there was something I could do to make him pay for what he had done to my brother and I.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

This can’t be real. Wilma gets to her feet, patches of blood on her knees. “Someone did this to her.” She whispers to me, getting closer, close enough that I could smell the nauseating odor of the blood that has soaked through her clothes. “Bella, someone in this house killed Lexie.” But why would anyone kill Alexia Haufmann and make it look like suicide? If there’s a killer in this house, then none of us is safe. Not William, not Wilma, not me, not even…

Lucy admitted. "Not for me," Willow replied tossing her supposed trophy away, the skull attached spine. "Now you know why am called the 'Spine ripper'," she said walking away. They stared at each other and followed along shortly after. EMMA'S RESIDENCE, MIDNIGHT: Emma had just returned from peeing in the bathroom, and going back to sleep she hesitated, couldn't help the feeling like she was being watched. So she filled her palm with a bright, white light ball.