Moonflower Murders Novels & Stories

"Then who is it?" "We're still working on that." Captain Colson flipped to the next photo. "This is from the night Fred died. Same figure, around the same time." "What about when John was killed?" "There's no footage for that because he died at home. But we did find something else." Captain Colson produced a report. "The murder weapons in all three cases were different, but there's still one thing in common—the killer knew each victim's daily habits extremely well." "What does that mean?"

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

"Alpha Louis, calm down. The most important thing now is to confirm whether the body by the lake belongs to Luna Rena." Adrian tried to calm Louis down, but was pushed away heavily. "Impossible, she couldn't have died! Rena wasn't pregnant, so that corpse isn't hers!" He screamed hysterically at Adrian, before a thought seemed to come to mind, and he started chuckling lowly. "Oh, I get it… You and your mate are working with Rena, aren't you? Did you think that you could scare me just by splashing a bit of blood in my house? "Well, you should have thought of a better lie! How could a Luna be murdered in her own pack, much less her own home? How could the other wolves in the Blood Moon Pack ha

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Willem asked, gritting his teeth, his sudden unease visible in how he gripped the arms of his rocking chair. "I was told by a reliable source that a black rose was also found at Iris' crime scene all those years ago." "Are you suggesting there's a connection between my daughter's death and the murders in the Bay?" Austin ignored his question, smiling as he clasped his hands. "Aren't you curious who the hitman was in the Bay murders?" "Who was it?" Willem asked. "Jaco." "Jaco Who?" Willem stammered, unable to compute.

The day smelled of roses and rain. Morning light spilled through the arched windows of the Moonspire Cathedral, catching on the silver banners that draped from the high ceilings. The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court.

If so, he could only interrogate him in another way. “Grandpa, you’ve always been well informed. You must’ve heard of the murder in Bright Moon Village, right?” Grand Old Master Ares’ complexion was as usual. Jay’s gaze was locked with Grand Old Master Ares’. “I heard that the old lady was a retired elderly from our Tourmaline Estate and that she had specially served you back then. The family of four was murdered last night. Oh, even the living creatures in their house were not spared.” The tips Grand Old Master Ares’ fingers trembled a little. “What a pity.”