Junko Furuta Killers Novels & Stories

Jax asked even though he had a hint of what was coming next. “We get rid of her. Kill her off. If she isn’t of any use we cast them away but if she has become a nuisance then we wipe them off the face of earth,” he said repeating their motto that they lived by. “Yes, I’ll send someone to get rid of her,” Jax said, ready to leave when suddenly Alastor was struck by an idea. “No, wait.” His evil brain was churning at a thought that would make the death a lot more painful for the ex-assassin.

The first elder thundered with rage. "I know what I'm talking about. It was Luna who planned the Purge saga that backfired for Carly. She wants to do everything possible to remove Carly from the Alpha's life," Kihara said boldly without fear. "How dare you?" Kihara barked and stood up on her feet, glaring at Kihara. "How dare you try to accuse me of such without fear. Is it because you lowly wench of a sister has been given an opportunity of being the Alpha's concubine, that's why you dare open your mouth to openly accuse me of such," Nikita said with rage.

According to the autopsy, the victim is a girl between 21 and 26 years old, with no signs of sexual assault or robbery. "What's going on..." I trembled slightly, as I looked at the blurred image of the murdered girl, it felt like I knew her. [After an investigation, the police have identified the unfortunate victim. The victim's name is Rika Furude, 25 years old. She used to be a brand model for a cosmetics line in the DIZ conglomerate. Currently, the police are urgently investigating this gruesome murder.] "Rika... Rika... Rika..." I muttered the victim's name, suddenly remembering something.

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

“But, I don’t understand, why would they frame you –“ “Because Xoru, I was one of the three members of the group who killed him.” I can’t believe him. He is my brother’s friend, mine too. He played the dhol during Bihu. He dreamt of becoming a fast bowler. He wanted to own a bike. He was studying for his B.Sc degree. How can he be one of those murderers? I clearly remember their names – Mikhail Phukan, Matlif Ahmed and Samiran Kalita. Which one is he? Jogu Mama’s words flashed back – “These guys are master of disguises. You will never know, even if they pass by you. And in case, you find them out, you will be gone, even before you think of doing something to them.”

But the pain and rage inside me couldn't be contained within a simple hug it seems. “Zarion!” I cried, my voice muffled against his chest. “They killed my Mamita! They ate her! Fucking bitches, I swear I'm going to kill them!” His hold on me tightened as he whispered soothing words. Trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within me is no simple task. I couldn’t control them on my own. “Yes, we will. Hush now, love…”

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

Garrick’s hand went to his sword but he didn’t draw it, eyes wide with alarm. “You dare suggest killing my....” Ronan started, voice distorted with rage, before catching himself. He bit back the rest of the sentence, the word "mate" dying on his tongue. Elder Varek’s face turned red, hands clutching at Ronan’s wrist, gasping for air. The room was dead silent except for the elder’s choked breaths. Ronan stared at his own hand like it belonged to someone else. The fury drained out of him as quickly as it had come, replaced by cold realization. He released Varek abruptly, letting the man drop back into his chair, coughing and rubbing his throat.