Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

But no, she forced it back. "Thanks alot. I really appreciate your concern. " "Just doing my job. "He said while walking away. Marley had been busy with the officers. As soon as, he had gotten the call, he had rushed to her house. Being a private investigator himself, he knew they had a killer or killers in town. Another body had been found, the police officers had told him. Naked, stabbed in the heart through her sternum, had some inscriptions on her forehead, that was what they'd said.

Just a few hours ago, this charismatic lady was spearheading a meeting with the board members of Arora Cements. And now ... She lay there dead in a pool of her own blood. What had she done to have invited such a terrible fate? Arya looked towards his brother. He could hear his brother talking, but the words seem to be coming from a distance, as if he was hearing him through water.

Hoping it was all a very, very bad dream. “The Wuffamans?” He nodded only for a book to land squarely on his head. “Ow!” he roared. “What the hell is wrong with you! You agreed?” “I told ya, I didn’t have a choice!” “You have a choice, Alpha Malachi Marcus McBayn. You choose not to kill your best friend!” Another book sailed through the air but he caught it. “He’s threatened you. If I don’t act before the end of the week he’s taking you and doing Goddess only knows what.”

“Enough, Monica. She was in the middle of explaining to me what weapons Marcel and the werewolf hunters got a hold of.” Terri nods. “Yes. Marcel is using a few werewolf hunters that are determined to see the rest of the werewolves in this state into extinction. However, not all of us—them—are wanting to do this.” I say, “Like the werewolf hunters that tried to hold me captive. They said that Marcel was dragging too many humans into it.” Niles and Harrison step into the common area. Niles drags a hand across his eyes as he makes his way into the middle of the room. He looks between Monica, me, and Terri, and points at Terri.

Everyone in the underworld knew that name, even if they whispered it like a ghost story to keep the young hitters in line. "Is he really coming?" Martin whispered. "He’s coming," I said. I stood up, feeling the old power surging back into my limbs. "He’s the only man alive who hates the Valaks as much as I do. Maybe more." I walked to the window, looking out at the gray Sicilian sea. "Who is he, Boss?" Marco asked, his voice shaking. "I've heard the stories, but... who is he really?" I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

Dread crawled up my spine…slowly, I pushed myself out of my seat. Not because I wanted to. Because if I didn't do this quietly, he'd have one of his men... help me out. “Daddyo, can you please not? In front of your virgin son, that's one. And two, I got a call this morning. Maya killed four people. Only three bodies were found.” For the first time since walking into the room, Carlo stopped looking at me and his gaze shifted to Marcello. “What?” he asked. “It wasn't a pretty sight. Hence why Kade left early this morning.”

Adrian questioned. "Before we start the whole explanation, why don't I show you my last gift?" Uncle Gavin said, making some steps toward the man tied to a chair, as he removed the sack mask off his face, only to reveal Marc, blood dripping from his nose, with his whole face covered in bruises and injuries. "We have the one and only Marcellous De Santos with us tonight," Uncle Gavin announced. "Adrian... Dominic... he's the one, he killed your mother. Poisoned my mind against my own brother. He was behind all the killings..." Marc stuttered.