Murde Novelas e Histórias

"I thought revenge would heal my wounds, but it only deepened the scars." Carla's thoughts turned to Mara, the object of her vengeance. The werewolf she blamed for everything that had gone wrong in her life. The werewolf who had become the Luna of another pack, finding happiness while Carla's world crumbled around her. Anger surged within her, fueled by the pain of loss and the searing hatred that had driven her to such extreme measures.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

It turned out that when the man pulled his trigger just now, Merak had taken a step ahead and fired the bullet, and hit his wrist accurately. Dubhe didn't react much when he saw this scene. Among the seven of them, the one with the most accurate marksmanship was Merak. She had excellent hearing ability, and she was invincible with her night vision goggles on! The young girl was ranked fourth on the International Killer List as an SSS-level killer. Behind her cute facade, she was actually an Angle of Death! Dubhe stretched his muscles and said slowly, "Let's do it. Solve it as soon as possible. Don't waste time."

The city seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating the reckoning that was about to unfold. Finally, Alpha Lorcan caught sight of his prey, the murderer. The figure, now transformed into a wolf, darted through the narrow passages, desperate to escape the wrath that pursued him. With each stride, Alpha Lorcan closed the distance, his instincts guiding him unerringly towards his target.

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

Her vision went white, her knees buckled, and the ground rushed up fast enough to steal all the air in her lungs. “What the...” Scarlet gasped, choking on pain. Heavy boots thundered behind her, and a cold voice barked, “Scarlet, you are under arrest for the murder of your fellow student.” Mira shrieked. “WHAT?!” Scarlet was struggling just to breathe. Murder? Murder. The word stabbed into her brain like a blade. Her wolf, snarled inside her skull. “Murder? This is bullshit! Get up...Scarlet GET UP!”

In the full darkness of the night, in the full darkness of their hearts, just the resentment of those who don't know anything else but ambitious, Stefan Muriel had arrived into that place where someone special had waited for him for so long. “My dear friend!" Expressed the same man. “Finally, you're here!" Said a man wearing a black suit, extending his hands welcoming Stefan. Stefan smiled and in the same way as Mr. Mendoza, he extended his arms. “What is done... is done!” And then, both men laughed as there was no new morning. There was just one man in the world who knew the truth about the murder of Alexander Muriel. There was only one person in the world co

This was here and now. She looked up from her wavering reflection in the stream, turned to Alex with a smile . . . And a dead woman broke out of the thicket of willows and lunged at her. Svetlana tried to defend herself, raising her arms to protect her face, but the mertvez sunk her teeth into her neck. A spray of hot blood drenched both of them. The attack happened so suddenly that Alex had been paralyzed by surprise but now he turned against the dead woman, beating her over the head with his crutch. She fell but like any other mertvez, a former person, being already dead, she was not easy to kill. Her face was reduced to bloody pulp before she subsided on the ground in an ungainly heap.