Murde Novels & Stories

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Top pulled me away from the guy and I saw how he gasped for dear life as he tried to steady his breathing. "Call the police, Top. And make sure that they'll pay for this. Cause if not, I'll be the one kill them with my bare hands." I said coldly. "Maze!" I turned to look at Crimson when he called my name and I saw him kneeling beside the nearly unconscious Gab.

“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.

Alex Continuously pastes Damien the murderer. Would enraged Damien murder over a sex tape?. Is he a wolf in sheep clotting?. I clutch my head tightly. Scanning Dolan's lifeless corpse from our conversing coner,his slitted throat confirms a theory. "It's definitely not Damien. Their throat were slitted and no claw marks on their skins. They were mudered by a human, not a beast, vampire nor werewolf" my defense continues. Damien's the love of my life. Immediately accepting him a murderer showcase's ill and weak mate bond. I'll attain extra miles proving his innocence.

Being elite manslaughter, Mort and his team eliminate the foes in just a matter of seconds. Sumire was weakened, fall on her knee, and could hardly stand in the middle of the pool of blood and mutilated corpses clasping her throbbing chest when Mort scooped her from the floor. He carried her in a bridal style and she encircle her arms around his neck. Sumire buried her face in his chest and from there, an orb of tears escape from her eyes. Mort, on the other hand, felt her cold hands and her body trembled even though she look so serene in the middle of chaos earlier. The maiden sobbed in silence that his suit get soaked and he felt the hot tears streaming down his chest. Jaw-clenched, his co

Rook Theia comes to her room after Ace Denzell's helps and questions Dhampir Silas. "Yes, Rook Theia," Dhampir Silas replied politely. "Who is that girl?" She questioned. "Eta Wolf Suzette Gelbero, assassin of the Gravefur pack," he replied. "Because of her, Ace Denzell was beaten by Ultima Wolf Edric today."

She hadn't even stepped on the last stair when Narco opened the door, a scene that had never entered her mind in her entire life welcomed her. "Mort!" She exclaimed in intense worry, seeing Mort's uncle, Hadid, along with his wife Zenia, who was holding a dagger. Its sharp, pointed edge is almost buried in the boy's chest. A tear started to cloud her vision, seeing Zenia, who'd been kind to her, as an accomplice trying to murder her nephew. Sumire saw how cold Zenia's gaze was now towards her. She could no longer feel the warmth in those orbs.

He lunged at Varda, his teeth bared in a snarl. Varda barely had time to turn before his fangs sank deep into her neck. Her scream was cut off as he tore through flesh and muscle, his jaw snapping shut with a sickening crunch. Blood spattered across the ground as her body jerked violently, her hands clawing uselessly at Zarek’s fur before finally going limp. It was over. Varda—the murderer and traitor—was dead. Axel had dropped to the ground, kneeling by here side he was still cradling Lorraine, his expression frozen, I snapped out of my shock and rushed to her side.

Merlina's P.O.V. "The devastating murder of a married couple occurred just two hours before we arrived at the scene at apartment number 210. Neighbors say that they heard a terrifying scream followed by a loud thump. But before they had a chance to inspect the noise the two were already dead and the suspects were no where to be found." The news reporter spoke. I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail.