Murde Novels & Stories

My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to e

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.

"Do you accept?" The void contracted, constricting, and suddenly flashes of Valentina's final moments crashed through me-her terror, her prayers, her thoughts of her twin daughters. "The children," I gasped. "Valentina's daughters." "Will become yours to protect." Santa Muerte produced an obsidian dagger, its blade glowing with ancient symbols. "Each kill must be marked with my symbol. Seven souls who orchestrated your death. Seven chances for vengeance." "Or love?" I reached out and stroked the dagger's handle, its power humming.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

someone announces. "I want every crook and cranny of this forest searched! I want the culprit!! I mindlink Mel. "Any news from your end Mel?" "None. Everywhere is clean and crystal clear as daylight. No suspicious movements detected". She says. "Good. Keep those eyes and ears out!" "Are you Okay, Derek?" she asks in concern. "I'm fine. Liam has been murdered!" I reply. I feel a twig of anger,no, rage and guilt. It is my duty to protect my pack. And now one of my cub, is murdered and dumped right on my border to spite me! That symbol means war. But against who?!

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.

Murdok barked, and Rori let out a pitiful cry before covering her head with her arms. “Des, a little help please,” Murdok’s tone was calm now and Rori’s body began to relax his voice was so soft and kind when he spoke just then, much the same as it had been when they first met. Rori lowered her arms in time to see Destiny slice Murdok’s finger with a small knife. He smeared the blood on the chain and whispered, “Rori Lovell” the minute Murdok spoke, the chain released from the cuff around Rori’s ankle and her leg crashed to the floor.

He was handsome but I was in no mood to ogle him. "Hi my name is Jonathan Harper, I am in charge of the murder that has happened here. I am very sorry for your loss and we will be doing our best to give you justice. Please be comfortable enough and tell me what happened that you mentioned it as an emergency?” The inspector spoke.

“The circumstances of both murders are not quite different. They were tortured almost in the same way and both their bodies were dumped here.” “So far, what do we know about the killer?” “The only information we have right now is just his name—T-Murek. Bet that’s not even his real name. Might just be a code name or something. ” “Then we’ve got a big problem,” Lawrence breathed, taking in sight of his surroundings. “There is a serial killer here in the city, and we have to find him fast. There’s likely going to be another victim before this week runs out.” “Not unless we stop him.”

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”