Murde Novels & Stories

One of a kind. "Apparently Luna has the capability to nullify the effect of any poison. That means he can’t be killed by poisoning. His body has an automatic defence system that will block the poison to enter the system. But it seems like the poison was fatal enough that it put Luna unconscious for two days. He is fine now. All poison has been passed out of his system. Take it as his own power. But. I request to keep it a secret. We can’t let anyone know.

“Innocent? Ha! He is a Matthews. He's a fucking murderer! He spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he deserves to be!” “NO!!” She cries out, scrambling to her knees. “He's a murderer!” The van leaves, but people appear in the trees, just out of her line of vision. They chant loudly, “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.” The bodies on the groud rise to chant with the rest of the town. “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.”

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

Marco questioned looking at me for some answer. "That will be impossible because if they were the same people, it would have been noted in the folder one way or another. " I told him, I knew how this people work and that is not the way. "Also I found out a little more of both of them. Alvaro does not own the Red death club, the name of that club is registered under Rarf's name. And under Alvaro's file, he was involved with Rose, a stripper at the club and the stingers took her picture after monitoring him." Judging from Marco's face, he was beyond confused yet he managed to keep his cool, while me on the other when I found out, I almost died.

The result of her kill or contribution to Drakoen's plan didn't bring her any joy or sorrow. They left the Red River Pack without even arranging for the bodies to be buried. They were left to be eaten by vultures just like dead animals. When they got back to Drakoen's place, Mercedes went straight to her room and took a long hot shower. The running water removed the dried blood, sweat and dirt. It had become a routine for her. Drakoen and she have been going around killing the people who refused to surrender to him. So many people have already died and many continue to die elsewhere. Drakoen was determined to kill everyone for his new world. He didn't care about anything else or anyone.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Maurício "His eyes glazed over at me, cursed as he looked at me standing holding a bladed weapon in his fists, the same one that just asked some of his organs. He was in a pool, drowning in his own blood, while Emma was a distraught woman sitting in the corner of the wall with both hands holding Roberto and covering his face, preventing him from looking at that beautiful scene. I don't regret having murdered my father, I would do it again if I had to. As long as my mother lives, I will always honor her, no matter what."

Mr Smith said coherently and left. He shot the lady that took him inside on his way out, she grunted and died instantly. He felt fulfilled for the day and knew killing Mr Mc Millan isn't going to be easy, but he has always won. Losing is not something he takes lightly. He left with his men and asked the driver to take them to Mr Mc Millan's house. When they got there, he saw that other people had caused a ruckus in the place. He sent his men to find out what the flurry was all about, they brought back news that the man was kidnapped minutes ago by unknown assassins.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken f

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?