Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

"He's the reason why Sister Marvie died! And he's the reason why until now, my son is still missing!" "It-It was Jacob who killed Marvie," Marky said, although he had a little trouble speaking because of the beating he received from Jomer. "What did you say?" Jomer immediately asked with surprise at his reaction. "It was Jacob and his mate who killed Marvie. I could see what happened with my two eyes. They were together when they had an encounter with Marvie and some soldiers of the Blue Blood Pack," Marky continued. "Are you sure about what you're saying?" Alpha Jomer asked as assurance.

The lady, Dr Grace, asks him and this made him frown even more. Marley? “Yes, she used to be an employee of mine.” He answers truthfully and was starting to get impatient with this doctor. “Well, sir, she had you marked down as her next of kin. I am sorry to report that Ms Parker has died of a heroin overdose this morning. They brought her son in as well-“ Kieran had to pull over when he heard this. Marley was dead? Why would she mark him as her next of kin??

Harvey gave a faint smile and looked at Margie. “What? Are you going to be unreasonable now?” “Harvey, hand us the original footage and we’ll spare your life!” Margie softly scolded him. In the middle of her speech, five killers wielding watermelon knives walked out from the inner parts of the box. “Harvey, you don’t have to resist. These people are infamous killers in Buckwood, you can’t get out of this alive no matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve!” Tommy threatened him.

Marc smiled wickedly, “For the reward of course. As soon as I heard those hunters were offered a reward, I knew it was my ticket out of this shithole. This life has nothing to offer me. The highest achievement would be becoming alpha Grey’s personal ass licker. Well, no thank you. Fuck this system. Fuck the packs and most of all fuck you Noah.” Noah looked at Bruce whose eyes were filled with sadness. He gave Noah a small nod of approval before walking away. Noah swallowed the stone in his throat, “I HEREBY SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH MARC RAIN. FOR TREASON AND DISRESPECT.” Dan howled in approval and quickly the rest followed. Noah transformed and Achak ripped into Marc his flesh. Tearing away ski

Uncanny. The parking lot gaped vacantly with only a few vehicles remaining to mark the sparse occupants staying at the hotel, most of them oblivious to the life-and-death battle that had raged. And, of those who remained, none were watching. From the shadows trotted Marc, still in the form of his red-coated wolf, the bullet wound in his side clotted over but a reminder and punishment of what he'd done. Unable to help himself, he paused in front of a pockmarked hotel door, number seven, where the stench of bleach had wiped the blood away, a blood he'd drawn while under the control of another.

“Ella, I know you hate me. That’s fine. I have plenty of time to make it up to you. I’ve already had your mother buried in the most luxurious cemetery in New Yorke—” “Andrew.” I stopped him. “Do you think that murderers mourning their victims are touching?” Andrew’s hand shook violently. The documents slipped from his grip and scattered across the floor.

Marcus said. "He was terrified. He wasn't mistaken." Marcus stepped closer. Kael moved between us. "Don't," Kael said. "I'm not going to hurt her." "You're not going to touch her." Marcus raised his hands. Mock surrender. "I just want to talk to the girl." "Her name is Aria. And you don't get to talk to her." Marcus's smile finally faded. His face went hard. Cold. The mask slipped, and for the first time, I saw the man underneath. The killer. The monster who had destroyed two families.

Marilyn braced herself and said, "What's the rush? Didn't we agree to wait for two days while I recover? If we attempt possession without sufficient preparation, there will be problems." "I can't give you that much time anymore!" Marshawn lost his patience. "Derek failed in his breakthrough and died. Someone killed all my informants and spies in Haron City. I don't have time!" Marilyn was shocked. She never expected someone to dare target the Williams family in Haron City!

A face I’d seen in grainy photos from the failed operation, a face I’d been told was lying in a morgue somewhere with two of Dacre’s bullets in it. Marcus. My hired killer. The man I’d hired to kidnap and permanently dispose of Katherine. He was alive. He was sitting right in front of me. A little paler, maybe. A sharp, nasty scar bisected his left eyebrow, a souvenir from whatever had happened that night. But alive. I didn’t even know what to say as I stood there before him in shock. “I’m alive,” he smiled in that voice that I knew too well. It was like seeing a ghost. A very expensive, very dangerous ghost I’d personally hired.