Murder In An Irish Village Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to worry, Detective. We won’t be attending to your funeral so rest assured no one will talk about that.” The old man finally took his chance and launched on Claire, he swung the knife forward all ready to thrust it to Claire’s neck who was too stunned to make a move, Iris quickly flung the ceramic vase to the old man, breaking it into pieces when it hit his head with so much force. The old man hit the ground unconscious, his blood oozing from his head. The woman spun around at the door where Iris was hiding and her eyes widened in surprise upon meeting her gaze. Max did not wasted any second and pulled Claire up to get out.

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?

Anna gasps in bewilderment. You... you..." "Perhaps your sweet loving parents which are here in Ireland looking for you will be better to start my killing hunt with" he interrupted her and brought out a gun from his waist and pointed it at her. Anna trembles and her eyes went wide open. "My parents...are here? How...how did.. you know that?" she asks weakly.

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

The cold metal edge of the handcuffs brushed against my wrist. Beside me, Sophie was wailing at the top of her lungs. "Arrest her! Lock her up!" Leon kept his head down. His shoulders shook in a performance that perfectly captured a grieving grandson. The crowd of onlookers grew larger by the second. Everyone stared at me as if I were a convicted murderer. I could hear people filming on their phones and their venomous whispers. "How vile, targeting an old lady like that."

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Irish yells and his face turns bitter. How could I have not known that she was crazy? She was my wife and she was obsessed with another man. There was so much obsession that she could kill another woman for him. Did she take you so she can have you all to herself? Was that her motive? Irish asks. These questions are better left unsaid! There is no reason for you to meet the words of a dead person. Her body isn’t even cold yet. It still looks Sarah. She is just…gone. Irish says and rubs the tears off his eyes.

She said she almost tripped on the ground had she not been helped by another resident named Bergard Stimlus who took her arm before she fell on those unknown things on the ground that when they flipped over they found to be corpses. These dead people were residents of this village. The faces of the villagers were almost unrecognizable as if they were tortured to death. Investigations are underway to know who was behind this grotesque act of murder.” “Did they have to wonder?” Adrienne asked in distaste after reading the news. “It’s her doing. As if the entire society doesn’t know about it.” She put the newspaper beside her and put a teaspoon of sugar on her tea. She stirred the cup and put t

The invisible lines of magic I’ve laid around the house glow a bright and brilliant blue for only a second before fading from view. “It kept that thing out before,” I tell him, though at this moment I can’t recall if I explained the vision to him yet or not. “Tell me: where did you see this before?” “Ireland,” he starts. “Around six hundred AD. I was there with a few other vampires. We went to the shadows for the day and when we awoke that night, the entire town was dead. Humans and animals, ripped apart like they had been killed by wolves. We thought it may have been werewolves, so we spent the night looking for them. We came to a spot in the woods just like the one out there.” He motions t

He always carries it with him. Slowly realization dawned upon her. Her hands started to tremble. She understood everything. The murderer was from inside the castle. Always been inside. Always been one of them. Her own blood. Her brother. ‘How could he kill him? His own father?’, she looked imploring at Argus. Tears were streaking silently down her eyes, upon her cheeks onto her lap. Her face was contorted with pain. The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her.