Murder Stories Novels & Stories

Behind them stood five more, all pacing and agitated. It was the biggest news story of the day. Not only had an internationally-acclaimed vocalist been murdered, right during his debut performance, right in Carnegie Hall—not only had he been murdered in a suspicious way, but things had managed to get even worse. When the police followed up on the only lead they had, when they had visited her apartment, four policemen were killed. To say that things had escalated was to put it mildly.

“It’s amazing the ghost tour companies can be allowed to just fabricate stories like that.” “Well, there were some actual real people involved in that story. Not like the tale of the murdered teenagers in the 50s or 60s.” “Yeah, I heard it was completely made up.” “Absolutely no truth to it whatsoever. Trust me, I scoured the local paper archives and came up empty-handed. I find it hard to believe murders that gruesome could take place without any news coverage. Also could find no evidence there had even been a police investigation for a crime fitting the description. Pure fantasy, plain and simple.”

The news was about the murder that took place last night, that was the third murder in the week from the same person. “The anonymous killer has murdered another gang leader again, this man is a Russian and as usual, the bullets were in the head of the victim and also flowers were found at the scene.” The news reporter read and the flowers were displayed on the screen and the dead man’s picture. Their mother suddenly showed up in the living room and she was holding a glass of milk, she was walking out of the dining room. “Mum, how come you don't complain when we watch stuff like this?” Bryan asked, turning to her as she got closer to them.

“I believe you will all agree with me that two murder cases in the span of a month and a half is a lot for this pack. For the past century, we've recorded on 11 cases of homicide and each case was duly solved and the culprits found and charged. We intend to do the same for these cases” “Are there any similarities between the cases?”. Luca asks. “The situations are totally different and the two women are of two very different personalities and live in two very different worlds. There are not a lot of similarities in these cases except one thing, in both cases there was witness”. It feels like I'm going to be sick. I can't believe he's really going to bring that up here. I feel my palms begin

Something he had heard whispered in interrogation rooms, something Evelyn had once told him with eyes too serious to be a joke: “They’re not myths. They’re not stories. The wolves are real.” He arrived at Riverside minutes later. The scene was chaotic. Patrol cars flared red and blue across cracked asphalt. Blood smeared the pavement, glistening under the harsh lights. Officers stood in tight clusters, weapons drawn but hands unsteady, their gazes fixed on the shadows beyond the cordon. “Report,” Mason barked. An officer swallowed hard. “Three dead, sir. Mauled. And…” He hesitated. “It wasn’t a dog. It wasn’t a bear. It was… standing.”

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

" Cody scoffed, completely unbothered. As I listened to their brazen reasons for cheating, I couldn't help but laugh through my tears. The truth was… I had already died. I had even felt peace the moment my soul left me and drifted out of that dark, cramped, and suffocating wardrobe. My blood had pooled around me, and the corpse had started to stink. There were multiple chains hanging on the closet door, appearing as if they were intending to lock me inside for eternity. "You don't know how hilarious it was when she was on her knees begging me when I first locked her in. "She may be desperate to live now, but did she ever think about how hopeless my brother must've felt when he'd died at her

"I told you it was her! Officers, why aren't you arresting her?" Leon finally "broke down". His eyes turned bloodshot. "Officers, I-I don't want to believe it… but the evidence is right there. My grandma raised me since I was a boy…" His voice cracked, and his shoulders trembled slightly. The onlookers in the hallway began throwing pitying glances his way. "That poor guy. His wife murdered his grandma." "Karma will catch up to her. A toxic woman like that deserves to rot in prison." The police officer turned back to me, his tone strictly professional. "Ms. Spencer, the evidence we have now is heavily stacked against you.

“By the rules, Blue. You need to report this to the police. Hindi naman magiging hit and run ang kaso mo kung mase-settled n’yo ‘to at hindi siya magko-complain. May napansin pa ako. Hindi man ako detective but I can tell na ang mga pasa niya sa katawan ay hindi bago. I think she’s a victim of an abuse. Hindi natin puwedeng pabayaan na lang siya lalo na kung may banta sa kaligtasan niya.” “Excuse me, Doc. I need to make some calls,” paalam ni CJ sa dalawa at nagsimulang makipag-usap sa kabilang linya pagkalabas ng pinto. “Kailan babalik ang alaala niya, Doc? Maso-solve ang mess na ‘to kapag bumalik ang memories niya.” “Days, weeks or months. I don’t know. ” “Oh My! This is the day of my life

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