Murdle Novels & Stories

"Do not correct my term. That is what other species we use are called. The other Dagerstanteens may force you to drink from them. They do not know my claim. JP and Rhylent have kept you a secret. For your benefit, do not leave." "I got it." Murry stepped away from the door and set his hand on the table. He got more fake French fries. He shoved them into his mouth. As he chewed, he thought about the fact that he was a secret. Why? What would happen if drank from another Dagerstanteen? It wasn't as if sucking or swallowing hurt. The act wasn't like the pain he'd endured with the hairy aliens. "Give it all to me," Murry said after a few minutes. "I can handle it. What happens if I drink from an

she replied. "What?" Frank asked, confused. "The poison that stupid animal gave you is the same he gave his parents and brother!" She yelled out. Frank's mind froze for a second. "Frank, are you there? Are you listening to what I am saying?" She yelled at him. "No, Dad didn't die of..." he tried to remember but he was having difficulty talking. "Find almond milk now, and we will talk about how that murderer murdered his twin!" She yelled at him. Frank got up, his hands shaking.

Fred stared at the phone for hours and was snapped back to reality by another call. He jumped at it thinking it was his wife, but he was disappointed to see that it was Miss Lola from the sluts foundation. He picked up immediately. "How are you doing, Miss?" He asked calmly. "Yeah, good evening, Mr Fred. I want you to meet me at the same place we met the other day now, I have a video of Mr Smith killing Mr Williams" Miss Lola said over the phone. "Alright, I will be there right now. Just wait for me" he said. He threw the phone to the passenger seat and sped off.

In the full darkness of the night, in the full darkness of their hearts, just the resentment of those who don't know anything else but ambitious, Stefan Muriel had arrived into that place where someone special had waited for him for so long. “My dear friend!" Expressed the same man. “Finally, you're here!" Said a man wearing a black suit, extending his hands welcoming Stefan. Stefan smiled and in the same way as Mr. Mendoza, he extended his arms. “What is done... is done!” And then, both men laughed as there was no new morning. There was just one man in the world who knew the truth about the murder of Alexander Muriel. There was only one person in the world could kill off Stefan Muriel and t

I glared at him, Jade took the remote and turned off the television “What happened you sounded urgent over the phone?” Jade asked “Hmm, guys there's a big problem” I said and all of them adjusted on their seats immediately “What's wrong?” Dell that has been lying down sat up and asked “It's the black wolves they claim some of their pack members have been murdered by one of our Packs so they have started to kill our pack members, this morning five dead bodies were found at White wolves pack borders, one belong to Westwood Pack member, two belonged to Northwood Pack member and two belong to White wolves Pack member, and something strange was written on their body”

And sitting by the steps watching both the path to the guest room and the path to my room was getting really annoying. I checked my phone. My heart was pounding as I saw a text from Aurielle. Auri: I know it’s late, but have you seen the news? I frowned, and got up. Running to the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. “-Yes, Sadie, it’s really hard on all of us. One of the region’s most respected alphas.... dying just like that? A sham,e truly. For those of you just tuning in, tragedy struck us all two hours ago when Alpha Dachery, yes, the respected Alpha Dachery, Member of the region’s council, was murdered, mutilated, and hung off the post of the council’s very own build

"It's a fact that she set Luna up! Why is there even a need to check the surveillance? Lock her up in the closet, and she's not allowed any food or water! I want her to pay for this a thousand times over!" … The memory of that fateful day flashed across my eyes until Trent's scream suddenly dragged me back to my senses. Trent came running out, his eyes wide with horror. "Mrs. Rummish… No, I mean Kelly… Kelly's dead! It's horrible! She died so horribly!"

The moment he saw the skull carved into the hilt, his face hardened. “Corpse Forest poison...!” he murmured. “And skull daggers. The Lambang Merah Clan.” Jaladri frowned. “What’s Lambang Merah?” Instead of answering, Wisnumurti suddenly pointed toward the murder victim. “Burn the body! Now!” Jaladri stared. “What?” “Burn it immediately! Or everyone in this city could be dead before the time it takes to cook a pot of rice.” Jaladri jumped in shock.

His lips moved, but no sound came out. Mr. Floyd, whose full name was Floyd Randall, was Anthony's younger brother. He was the true force behind the Randall family and carried the nickname "The Living King of Hell" in Velmora's business world. It was said that years ago, someone had crossed Anthony. When that person was later found in a rubber plantation in Norveth, he had been hanged upside down for three days and nights. He was still alive, but every bone in his fingers and toes had been pulled out one by one.

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.