Murderous Music Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her” she said as she wiped her tears "It does really matter now, even if the music can’t kill me, I won’t be able to leave the rest of my life in this house with the memories of my friend's death" she whimpered

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?"

I don’t know how he can stomach that stuff- I still regret the sip that I took; it burned my throat like jet fuel. “No? What would you classify as…” I lift a hand to make air quotes, “real music?” His head drops backwards, eyes drifting up to stare at the ceiling. “Something with actual instruments that wasn’t butchered to all hell in a studio,” he murmurs. “Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Slipknot…” “Ah, so you’re a metalhead,” I conclude with a resolute nod. “That tracks.” He lifts his head, turning his gaze back on me and narrowing his eyes skeptically. “How do you figure?”

Drifting up from the suffocating depths of the concrete corridors, echoing unnaturally off the metal bulkheads, was the smooth, upbeat tempo of a jazz saxophone. It was hauntingly, psychotically out of place. The light, casual music felt like a direct, arrogant mockery of the world-ending devastation the Blackwood wolves were currently bringing down upon them. Jax’s upper lip curled into a vicious snarl, his finger resting lightly on the trigger of his weapon as he seamlessly fell into a highly coordinated, lethal military wedge formation just over Fennigan’s right shoulder. They stalked silently down the long, dark primary corridor, following the maddening sound of the jazz. As they rounded

Logan nodded as we all piled into the car. He flicked the radio on, switching to Bluetooth or something, because next thing I know, the speakers are pumping out the heavy metal sound of Dethklock’s Murmaider. Not really something I listen to, but I grew up around Logan, so I know it. And because I know this song and Logan, I know it’s not a good sign. He’s in the mood for blood. He just needs to be pointed in a direction to unleash it.

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

Its sound was like music that brought the same peace of silence to a mind hounded by cacophonous murmurs of death. Calling to me.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

"KILL THEM ALL!" "BUWAHAHAHA...." The terrifying laughter was heard. The heavy footsteps and the cries of the people made the night more terrifying. The explosion was heard all round. The wild beast that attacked used to bite the head to removed it away from the bodies of their victims. The cried of the children and elders seemed like a music to him as he swayed his hands everytime his men killed them. "I love the music...MAKE IT LOUDER!" he shouted and he looked like a meshuga(craxy minded people) as he

"I was at brunch a few weeks ago and overheard a police officer talking to his partner about recent disturbing murders in town. He mentioned that the bodies had bite marks on their neck, and a few had been dumped in graveyards. He thought it was some kind of cult killing at first." A cold chill rushed down my spine as I told Isabella my reasoning for breaking into their home. It was creepy, and I wondered if I should have continued my story. "And that led you here?" prompted Isabella. "Well, I continued to listen to the officer, and he later mentioned that he heard two of the most heinous mafia rivals were at war, and it had been years since the two groups feuded. He concluded the murders ha