Murdle Novels & Stories

If it was something else, he wouldn't have paid that much attention to her, but those hazel eyes reminded him of her. It held that same innocence and vulnerability, that she had but how can a killer have that kind reflection in her? “That Donald duck has gone crazy it seems so let's send him a return parcel to retrieve his head back!” "What did he thought he will murder a girl thinking her to be my spy and I wouldn't retaliate? That bastard boss of yours killed a commoner. Now you will also die. But you are not a commoner, but his man. He will lose one person as that commoners family lost their daughter." Simone said a little loud than usual. She felt only hate for her arch-rival Humbert who

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

"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.

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

Merlina's P.O.V. "The devastating murder of a married couple occurred just two hours before we arrived at the scene at apartment number 210. Neighbors say that they heard a terrifying scream followed by a loud thump. But before they had a chance to inspect the noise the two were already dead and the suspects were no where to be found." The news reporter spoke. I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail.

Mila's POV I gasped as Morticia grabbed my neck with her hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh as I whimpered. "What are you doing?" I managed to voice out. Morticia didn't answer me as her eyes were shining with a bright light. She screeched lightly and tightened her grip. My eyes widened in shock. Morticia was the other demon creature that had been doing all the killings. "Morticia, it's me, Mila," I struggled to speak as her hands didn't leave my neck

Myles's POV I watched Serena’s eyes search my face for answers, and she didn’t even wait for me to sit down before she spoke again. “What is it, Myles? Tell me.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Knox brought word,” I said slowly. “Murphy… the Ghost of the Dead Revenants. He wants a meeting.” Serena’s hands froze over the napkin she had been folding. “You know this is probably a trap, right?”

appreciate the great deployment you gave to the first of my victims; of a long series that I plan to execute, with the sole purpose of satisfying my gourmet appetites. To the absurd and naive question of the newspaper that says: WHO MIGHT BE THE MURDERER AND WHY DID HE KILL HIM? I think it's an excellent question in the midst of your stupidity. For obvious reasons, as in any respectable crime, there is a brilliant motive. "The flashing reason" for which I killed him I will not reveal it for now. As for the subjective part, the cause is different: I dismember and devour a human being with the sole purpose of putting my formidable cooking recipes into practice. I devoured the dried meat of a

Haunted. "It's done," he says quietly, closing the door behind him. "The mob is dispersed. For now." "And tomorrow?" "Tomorrow the investigation begins." He moves to where Kael sleeps, looking down at our son with an expression I can't read. "The elders selected a committee. They'll start questioning witnesses. Looking for evidence." "Evidence against Kael." "Evidence of what killed Alpha Theron." He corrects carefully. "Whether that leads to Kael or not remains to be seen."

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”