Murder Novels & Stories

"Isn't the criminal already caught?" Do Sejin knows about this murder case. The murderer liked to kill every 100th day after the birthdays or some other special occasions that were important to him. His victims could be anyone between the age of four and forty. The victims were either murdered at their house or left in some isolated place. The way of murder was simple. There wasn't exactly a noticeable pattern in location or method. The total estimated number of victims is nearly thirty-six, but the authorities think that there are more.

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

A picture of a trash bag appeared on the screen, together with a couple of blurred pixels of blood around it. “The police are now investigating what they have believed to be a murder.” Alice felt her thumping heart slowed. It was scary to think that there might be a murderer out there, but at least, it was not someone she knew. At least, it was not her fault. “That’s terrifying,” Wilson commented as he watched the news with her. “First, it was your friend, then now, this. This town is starting to crawl with dangerous people.” That night, Alice had a hard time sleeping. She shifted on her bed multiple times, she counted sheep and

"Ladies and gentlemen, you'll hear from detective Mark Justin. He will tell you that we have the gun, with the defendant's fingerprint all over it. You'll hear the county medical examiner say that the angle of the wound would make it virtually impossible for Martin to have pulled the trigger himself." "The defendant is charged with murder in the first degree. A person is guilty of first-degree murder when she purposely causes the death of another, and when her actions towards that end are premeditated and deliberate. Did Venessa Davidson kill Martin Peter on purpose? Absolutely. Were her actions that night premeditated and delib

Siobhan smiled. Siobhan had a huge cut on his forehead. Violet looked at him and started her analysis. Huge cut on his forehead and cheeks, from the blunt force of the ceramic that the altar boy throws at him. Dry skin, wrinkles, and acne were visible on his face. His clothes are all black including his shoes. She can't smell alcohol and drugs from him. He just kills not because he's stoned or drunk, but because of the fun. A thrill kill. A premeditated or random act of murder that is motivated by the sheer excitement of the act.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.