Murder Mystery Characters Novels & Stories

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

The mysterious murder had ignited a spark of curiosity in him at the expense of revealing his worst side. “Whosoever it's that's doing this has done it before. The style of murder could be traced back to a decade ago. It is unclear to us why he's returned but, after he gets rid of his victims, he leaves with an axe head on their wrist. Does this ring any bells?” Graeme Clough asked in the most curious of tone. Darron shook his head slowly. “No, not any that I can remember, but if…” “Hold on a minute.” Graeme Clough interrupted, answering his phone.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation as the inspector began to speak. Inspector: Mr. Peterson, I'm Inspector Parker. We've been investigating the circumstances surrounding Sheila's death, and I believe we have some promising leads. Peter: (leaning forward, his eyes filled with determination)Tell me everything, Inspector. Inspector Parker pulled out a file and placed it on the desk, opening it to reveal photographs and evidence. Peter's heart sank as he saw the lifeless image of Sheila, a once vibrant woman reduced to a mere victim. Inspector Parker started . "We have reason to believe that George and Caleb were involved in Sheila's murder. Their fingerprints were found at

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."

It’s like he’ thinking of something too and his thoughts are bothering me. “ Are you okay?” Fajardo asked. He visited me before he will drop home. I looked at him and slowly shook my head. No, I wasn’t. “ Why will the killer leave the body in front of our house?” He looks at me and I know that he’s in deep thoughts too. Hayden, my husbands, is connected to all of the events in the serial murder that we’re trying to solve. I think I will lost my mind.

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

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

It was a scary feeling. Thankfully watching the man that she had spent the day with, the man that she really liked, getting thrown into a police cruiser was enough to snap her out of her daze. Then she went to get him from the police station, which was a new experience for her. Now, they were going all Scooby-Doo gang trying to solve the mystery of the motel murderer. The were making list, compiling evidence and so on. But who better than them? He is an expert in serial killers having been raised by one and she is an expert busy body, having been raised by one and having made it into a career.