Murder Sans Novels & Stories

The murders have arrived at the school. Deamhans.

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

I hadn't seen Amara in weeks, that's how much work has come to my desk. There have been strings of attacks and murders situating around my men and my clubs. We have no leads, no witnesses, well not an sober ones. The only witnesses we have are either drunk beyond all reason or drugged up. They have no memory of any part of the night and have nothing of use to offer. Every murder and attack has been unlike anything I've seen before. They are all precise and clean. No witnesses, no evidence, no fingerprints, nothing. The kills looked quick and easy. The attacks were brutal and embedded with fear.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

A deep frown etched into his handsome face before he answered "Nothing…. The scene was wiped clean in and out, no fingerprints and no footprints, too clean for a murder of its kind" The look in his face told me he knows something he probably shouldn’t share but for my job and obviously, personal reasons, I wanted to know what he meant by that. " a murder of its kind? What does that mean?" "You really shouldn’t know, I don’t know if you can handle going deep into the gory details"

◇NO POV◇ sana is fuming with anger because her another plan also gone is vain she hitted the wall angrily azra : are you mad sana what happened to you sana : that's what my problem nothing happening azra : we are already following a plan right now again why you're angry sana : I implemented another one too I thought it will get succeed and she will die but that bitch escaped again azra : what you did sana : she tried to escape wantedly I showed her way near dungeon she entered as per my plan I released poisonous gas inside if Aurthur didn't came in time she might die now but he saved her again azra : thank God nothing happened to her sana : what do you mean by nothing happened to her azra :

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

He props it up on his own leg, careful not to burn himself, when he stutters: "What? How can it be?" "It was a cold-blooded murder. It was quite a talked-about affair, sir, you really didn't hear anything?" Embarrassed and still very astonished by that revelation, Morgan looks down, almost as if he is confessing. "I don't watch television or talk to my neighbors. I rarely leave the house. I chose to isolate myself from the world...a long time ago." His expression is one of deep regret as he looks back at Emanuele. "A murder, you say? But how? Why? What did this Sarah person have against her?"

“Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.” ~ OCTAVE MIRBEAU ~BACK IN LA~ MELODY POV My footfalls created a rhythmic clanking sound against the shining white tiles as I sashayed down the hallways. My resentment was bitter, oily slime that clung onto my tongue with every step I took, lingering in my mind and leaving utterly nasty thoughts of wreaking havoc and leaving hot red blood on my trail.