Murdle Novels & Stories

Her vision went white, her knees buckled, and the ground rushed up fast enough to steal all the air in her lungs. “What the...” Scarlet gasped, choking on pain. Heavy boots thundered behind her, and a cold voice barked, “Scarlet, you are under arrest for the murder of your fellow student.” Mira shrieked. “WHAT?!” Scarlet was struggling just to breathe. Murder? Murder. The word stabbed into her brain like a blade. Her wolf, snarled inside her skull. “Murder? This is bullshit! Get up...Scarlet GET UP!”

Vera asked as she pointed at my computer screen. I followed the line of her finger and realized that she had pulled up the page that I had intentionally hidden earlier. There was a photo of a pup on the screen. He looked to be about three years old. His eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows down his cheeks. His serene expression made it look like he was just sleeping. "Pup: Ryan Barrington. Father: Felix Barrington. Mother: Wendy Snow. Note: Deregistered a year ago." My colleagues immediately fell silent. They looked at me carefully and asked, "It's just a coincidence that this she-wolf has the same name as you, huh?"

“Could be that shark instead. Moles are basically blind hamsters that live underground. What’s a mole gonna do? Cover us in dirt?” Haley pinches the bridge of her nose. “Not that kind of mole, sweetie. This one spills secrets.” River blinks. “Then why call it that? Just say snitch.” “Honestly, at this point,” Mel mutters from her bed, voice dry, “a vengeful shark sounds about right.” I nearly laugh. Nearly. Because what else can you do when your day goes from wedding dress fittings and sunlight to car crashes and death talk?

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

She refused to accept the fact. However, Morticia was unable to refute Darryl's words. 'After all, I did get struck by the Talisman Amulet that caused my fiend soul to be in disorder, and I even lost my mind.' Morticia was baffled, and she glared at Darryl fiercely. The atmosphere was somewhat tense, but at the same time, it was quite mysterious. Finally, Morticia said coldly, "Say whatever you want! No matter what, you must die today!" She raised her hand and formed a dagger. Then, she heartlessly stabbed Darryl's chest.

But through it all, he somehow managed to keep a smile on his face. While he fiddled with the hose, she took a quick mental inventory of what they knew so far. On Saturday night between 11:29 and 11:42 p.m., someone dressed in Sterling’s sweatshirt and fishing wadders had possibly used a meat hook from the freezer in the bar to slice open Clyde Morten’s throat. It had essentially exsanguinated him. While Sterling was the last person to see Clyde alive, save the killer, at the time of the actual murder, he was already back inside the bar singing a duet with Kacey Jo Maynard. Leila wondered if anyone at the bar that night had filmed it. She would have to ask around, as it wasn’t unheard of for

[-120] [-110] [-135] That was the result of Kirou's attack on the first group of murlocs. Since he was using his wires, he made it so that they tied all three murlocs together and the damage figures came as a result of cuts being made on the limbs. In this way, all three murlocs were unable to move, but it prevented Kirou from doing anything else. Not that he needed to since he was in a team.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

“The circumstances of both murders are not quite different. They were tortured almost in the same way and both their bodies were dumped here.” “So far, what do we know about the killer?” “The only information we have right now is just his name—T-Murek. Bet that’s not even his real name. Might just be a code name or something. ” “Then we’ve got a big problem,” Lawrence breathed, taking in sight of his surroundings. “There is a serial killer here in the city, and we have to find him fast. There’s likely going to be another victim before this week runs out.” “Not unless we stop him.”

Murdock snapped. "What?" I asked excessive bafflement. "My apologies for any misinterpreted sleights," Tiernan offered with snobbish gallantry. "That didn't sound like an apology," I muttered. "You're very welcome here, Count," Murdock spoke over me. "Dracula," I added under my breath. "What was that, Extinguisher Seren?" Murdock pinned me with his gaze. "Nothing," I said innocently. "I was clearing my throat." I said it again, "Dra"—cough—"cula."