Murderous Music Novels & Stories

*Murderers don’t use AC, right? Ava felt her confusion grow as she picked up the distant sound of dance music. Not the kind you’d find on the radio or in a night club, but a more curated international sound better suited to the fancy lounges her dad and the other men in the Pack were fond of visiting in the city.

Annoyingly calm. “I just wanted to visit.” I shrugged my shoulders once. “It seemed like nobody was stopping by and I thought you might be lonely.” A loud huff escaped him. Still, he didn’t move. I pulled out my phone and started playing music. Heavy metal. The very loud kind. The angry kind. The kind that sounded like somebody was fighting demons while screaming into a microphone. Boris’s eyes flew open. “What the hell is that?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s music.” I looked down at the screen. “Actually one of my favorite bands.” Then I looked back up. “Do you like it?”

Communication flickers back to life across the galaxy, minds reeling from the auditory assault. Success. Of a kind. The cost is eternal. The Cage, the heart of reality, now constantly emits this faint, pervasive music. The Song of the Cage. It is the sound of perfect order fused with wild chaos, of hatred woven with love, of enduring silence wrapped in endless scream. It is beautiful. And it bends the mind. Those who listen too long… they don’t go mad in a screaming way. They become obsessed. They hear layers no one else can. They find meaning in the dissonance.

Someone was playing Mozart's sonata, the melodious music in the stormy night made everything even more chaotic. "There it is, the curse has returned and now it's trying to kill us all." A female student panicked when she heard the music playing, everyone was extremely scared, everyone ran away in a riot. "Giselle, stop it if you keep going I won't let you go easily..."

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell. Miranda collapsed onto the bed, her hands trembling violently as tears streamed down her face. Her heart pounded wildly, and her mind raced with questions: Who killed Sid? When did it happen? Why, on this desolate night? And, most terrifying of all: Who allowed this blaring music to mask the crime behind its clamor? Her mind began to distort the idea: Perhaps the music wasn't a coincidence, but a trick, a screen meant to conceal the dying man's scream, or a way to convince others that there was merriment outside. Eve

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

"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.

When Mom heard that, she had a foul expression. But Dad was still going at it. He was venting as if his life depended on it. "Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—"

CHUG-CHUG-CHUG-WEEEEEE! A deafening, chaotic wall of distorted guitars and double-bass drumming blasted through the air. It was heavy metal. Specifically, "Raining Blood" by Slayer, played at maximum volume. Jack covered his ears. "What the hell is that?!" "Oops!" Hailey’s voice came over the music, sounding sheepish. "Wrong folder! I meant to hit 'White Noise,' but my finger slipped on my 'Doomsday Playlist'! Sorry! But hey, look at the frequency graph!"