Murderous Music Novels & Stories

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

There was a buzzing sound in my mind. I spoke without even realizing it. "W-What did you just say?" I asked. "I drove in to pick up my son, but I hit the gas instead of the brake and ran over a little boy. His face was covered in blood. He was wearing that blue hoodie just like the one your son always wears–" I was about to explain when Esther Lawson cut me off. "Eve Spencer, just get over here now! I swear I didn't mean to do it!"

I yelled Cause everything is pissing me off its itching me " 🎶Go to sleep baby my little girl🎶 🎶Sleep tight baby I love you🎶 🎶Go to sleep baby ….🎶 🎶Go to sleep baby……🎶 🎶I love you……..🎶 She sang and i started having flash backs , she was in it , I was laying down and she was singing No it can be my mum is dead it can't be shes alive . They were both shot in my presence With that I blacked out. What a 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

Yet the music had a grim undertone, weaving the illusion that behind the sun lurked shadows, and soon, they would begin to spread. Light and darkness colliding into one.

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She seemed like a perfect next. The show begun with a lady’s melancholic voice; it soon transformed into a fast, explosive kind of music that stirred the blood in Anubhav’s body. Together, with the beat of the drum box, lightning prick of chords on the guitar and the pounding of the stomping feet of women dressed gorgeously in red and black, it was a show that gave goosebumps.

"That doesn't make sense. Look at both of them. Their vital energies have gathered, and they're extremely focused. They seem geared to fight with everything they have. Why isn't there any murderous intent in the air? He did not know music at all. His intuition was the only thing warning him of something not being right about the music in the air. Why was there no murderous intent in the air? Carla was the mind and soul expert and was very confident in her judgment. "There is murder inside the music. What you're feeling is only an illusion. The real intention behind that music is like how it is above the Ninth Heaven; it's unfathomable." Fallon was astonished. "You didn't hear wrong, did you?

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

“The clock is ticking and you are searching for the knife that can be your weapon… or use against you” The whispered inside my head is singing while I visualize every corner of the house, and listen to his footsteps. I can still hear his heavy breathing too and I know he is trying to open the back door, but he is just wasting his time opening it because I locked it from the outside. “Doo… doo… doo… The clock is ticking and you are searching for the knife that can be your weapon… or use against you” The song that I invent inside my head while my eyes are still closed waiting for the time to be over and he is dead.