Muder Novels & Stories

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

She wanted to use her baby as leverage for Cody to let her go. But what Luna didn't realize was that Cody had already descended into madness. When he heard the word "baby", he immediately plunged the knife into her chest, and blood squirted everywhere. Luna went from wailing frantically to begging for help in a whisper. And finally, her head rolled to the side, and she completely stopped breathing. Cody was drenched in Luna's blood. She was clearly dead, but he continued to stab her again and again, as if he were a mindless robot.

“Stop, you're killing it!” He wasn't used to yelling, but the situation warranted it. Why were those children hurting an innocent being? I mean, they looked pretty small for there to be much evil in them. Oliver ran up to the creature and shoved one of the three vandals, getting between the furry thing and the abusers. The kids didn't waste their time and threw their rocks at Oliver, they kick him several times until they left.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

She trailed off, she don't want to talk about it but she has to, she wanted to say it. "You don't have to." Murad scrunched his brows almost knowing what she was going to say next and his chest is wildly moving. "I want to. I killed him on the spot and you know what is worse, I cleaned his blood and his body too because as soon as my hand penetrated his stomach with the knife, I was sober and I wish I never was. I panicked and instead of leaving the scene and just report that it was self defense, I couldn't do that in a foreign country. In my panic state, I cleaned his blood and place him on the bed with great difficulty. I called my father and he helped defend me in every possible way.

A chilling memory surfaced for Frederick. Back in Motheca, he'd stumbled upon a horrifying scene. A group of thugs from a notorious organization savagely murdered young girls. Consumed by rage, his murderous persona had taken the wheel. When Frederick finally snapped back to reality, he was surrounded by a gruesome tableau of dismembered bodies. The incident left him deeply shaken. Thankfully, no innocent bystanders were present, or they wouldn't have stood a chance. Since then, Frederick had built an ironclad wall within himself, forcibly suppressing his murderous persona.

I didn't even consider it. For someone like her, what was I doing? Someone who destroyed everything? A murderer. Someone who lies. a stranger never thought I will live with.

The answer is simple; They murder innocent women…

Zack explained but Harris was quite confused. "Human Flayer? What do you mean?" He asked. "14 years ago, there was a popular serial murder case called the Flayer Murder case. The culprit was called The Flayerman. The case was titled Flayer Murder case because all the victim's corpses were discovered without furs. Flayerman would flay his victims alive after torturing them and rendering them helpless and defenseless and then he'd use the flayed furs to make garments and cashmere which he'd sell to the families of the victim." Zack exclaimed.

Nonstop, the man repeated over and over again. With bloodshot eyes, he carefully tore off the visage. Scalpel penetrated through crave out leading to the splattered blood pooling on the metal bed. Pale lips, and lifeless eyes, skinless stunt that deems to be professionally set in display. The expression of utter misery on the hands of a murderous deed. “I clean, yes.” And soon he laughs maniacally, and leave. To devour the sin, yet he is also the sinner himself. NAME: ALESSANDRA FUERTE CONSTACION