Murder Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

Maybe she just was not meant to be a writer. “Hmm.. you said that you wanted to write a murder mystery..?” “ “Yeah. I thought it would be a bit easier than it actually is. Now I am in over my head.” Liv admits. “Well, you do realize that you are living in a murder mystery right now, right? You are a regular Jessica Fletcher right now, trying to write a book about murder as a murder happened. As you try to solve the murder, draw inspiration. Write about this.” “You wouldn't mind? You told me that you had reporters because they keep running your story and everything. Isn't a book the same thing?”

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” I chuckled. Good man indeed! I clicked on the article. What is the perfect murder? Some may say that it is in the instances where police investigations lead them to arrest the wrong person and at the end of the day, the case is closed and everyone believes justice has prevailed while the criminal walks away scot free with no suspicion attached to their name. Others might say it is in the many cold cases that have the detectives in a bind. Then some think it is those whom we know committed the crime and yet there is no evidence strong enough to convict them of the crime so they walk free among us, haunting us with their presence and yet we remain helpless.

For the past two hours, he had massacred 25 vampires on his rampage and the remaining he had seen had fled into the bushes. ‘If only I can get my hands on the one creating these demons, these will be a lot easier.’ He thought as he parted the bushes with one hand, The other holding tightly to his gun. A strange sight aroused his curiosity as he saw a fallen figure from afar. He quickly rushed to the figure and saw that it was a deadman. Examining his body, Eric discovered that it hadn’t been long he was killed as his body hadn’t turned pale. His eyes were still open and there was blood seeping out from his neck. ‘May his soul rest in peace.’ Eric sighed as he closed the eyes of the man.

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.