Novel & Cerita Forsaken Killer

I was the one who found the love notes between my mother and father. Once I knew who they were, I harbored a lot of anger toward my grandparents, which is not their fault. My mother is to blame for all the anger and devastation in our family. She murdered my father, her fated mate, because she wanted to be a Luna and she didn’t think he would have his own pack. By doing so, she destroyed her own legacy.

The comfort the elder strove to give to the people in the hall was slashed into pieces when one of the Alphas I saw Kieran speaking to earlier voiced, “We know nothing about them.” He added, his voice sly yet charming, “What exactly are they? What makes them so special?” I couldn’t stop myself from taking another look at him as he swirled a glass of dark wine. He was breathtakingly handsome, with a mysterious, sharp elegance that felt different from the other Alphas. “That is Alpha Jason,” Kieran whispered in my ear. “From the Shadow Fang Pack. He is as dangerous as he is unpredictable.” The elder beside Rexton answered, “They could be Alphas, warriors, or individuals of various ranks. But w

The sight rips the night open. “Souls that wander without rest,” she says, voice small against that ruin. “Spirits with no path to the moon.” It hits me then—harder than any blow. The Howlers are children of that slaughter. Survivors of the Hills-and-Valleys annihilation. They are the seed of their vengeance. And I—naïve, marked, exiled—was their route into the West. She lets the words hang. “My lady, we had to take the chance when it came—follow you into the West and claim our revenge for our ancestors.”

Then the confessions flowed from Kendall, as though a desperate plea for redemption, retribution, everything she knew she herself couldn't get for her father. Kendall: She killed Madz. She set papa up to take the fall. Made him kill all those people so that — Mary: Yes, yes. Mama knows. She already knows. You can always count on that. Your father disgraced himself by getting caught. He wasn't worthy of the name Hunter. Now hush child, the adults are talking. No guards came. Of course they didn't. The House of Hunter's second in command had returned home and demanded not to be disturbed. With Killian dead, even after all these years, who would dare defy The Silencer?

If anyone discovered them… I'd be dead before sunrise. That possibility stopped frightening me months ago. ... Recruitment happened quietly, I wasn't looking for killers, but I was looking for believers. People who had already lost faith in the system. A former intelligence analyst whose daughter disappeared eight years ago. A forensic accountant dismissed after exposing financial fraud. A retired detective forced into early retirement for refusing to alter evidence. A cybersecurity expert whose sister's rape case had mysteriously vanished from court records. None of them knew each other, None of them knew everything. Each believed they were helping expose corruption.

She doubted he would reveal the truth about his lineage anyway. “Why are you standing beside your mate’s killer?” Angela finally met his intense brown eyes. Damon raised his brows. “Do you even know Kesha murdered Jenny?” She needed to know whether this man was as power-hungry as Kesha or merely another pawn in her twisted game. Kesha had avoided every question about him before. “She didn’t kill my mate. That bastard friend of yours. The one who claimed you, did. He was responsible for Jenny’s death.” Damon spat, reliving the moment the pack told him his mate was gone.

His gray hair and wrinkled face gave him an air of wisdom, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that made Nicola wary. “We’ve been informed of the incident with the rogue,” Harrison began, his tone grave. “And the... unusual circumstances surrounding his death.” “Unusual is one way to put it,” Cedric muttered, earning a few nods of agreement from others in the room. Harrison continued, “It’s clear that we are dealing with forces beyond our current understanding. But we must remain vigilant. Our pack’s safety depends on it.” Nicola stepped forward. “Elder Harrison, I believe there’s more to this than we realize,” she said, her voice steady despite the weight of the room’s attention. “My fath

She found that the voice was making sense, but all this was just making her feel worse. It made her want to choke Hunter to death. “Victor apologized too, right? Yet you told him that you’d need time, but I know you have no plan of forgiving him. But you do have plans of forgiving a serial killer,” the voice continued, getting more aggressive with each explanation. “A serial killer?” She doubled back. “Yes! Your darling Hunter killing your parents was not his first rodeo. He also killed someone when he was sixteen and he covered it up, all by himself. Up to now, no one has found the body or knows what happened to the person.”

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

We saw the agitated reporter mumble about thousands of irrational things, but then he turned silent, as if his brain activated a kind of backup memory. Foster looked straight into the camera and drew a deep breath. “I finally found the girl from the accident, but I think she's dead,” he then stated. “They found her in the orphanage and killed her there. And now, I found her killer.” I paused the recording and looked at Leo. “Amelia mentioned a guy sent to the orphanage by a Mafia boss, and I think that this part might have actually been true.” “If it's true and Foster found who he is, that means that this guy might have all the answers we need,” Leo mused.