Murdoc Novels & Stories

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

Bianca was in no way interested in 'shit about dead people and stuff that no longer existed'—so she had said, and was busy checking out her mini-heeled purple boots when she spotted Natasha, Cassie and Lucas sneak out of the museum. Two taxi cabs were suddenly rammed from behind by a large truck, the impact causing them to skid before swerving out of the way. One of the cabs hit another car and the resultant force sent the cab rolling through the air and was just hitting the ground when a sudden blast of what looked like purple lightning flashed past, zooming right through the cab. Seconds later, the cab driver was standing next to a woman clad in purple sophisticated clothing, a mask coveri

“Morris what do you want, it's already past midnight I want to sleep.” “ROGUE, SILVER IS DEAD, HE WAS MURDERED.”

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

I go and stand by my girl as Murdock comes running up and flips him over to his back. It takes me a minute to realise who it is. His face has been severely beaten and is swollen with yellow and purple discoloration across it. The body is painfully thin and reeks of infection. That's why we couldn't work out who was calling for help. He might no longer be part of our pack, but he was never formally rejected. Donovan.

"Werewolf from the eastern territories. Word is she's been assigned to keep Morrison in line, but she can't do much if he decides to go off script." I stood and straightened my tie, mentally preparing myself for what was likely to be an unpleasant encounter. Morrison had lost his parents in a rogue werewolf attack fifteen years ago, and he'd made it his personal mission to prove that all of our kind were violent predators barely restrained by civilization. The fact that he'd been put in charge of investigating Marcus Webb's murder was either terrible luck or deliberate provocation. "Should I call our lawyer?" Kyle asked. "Not yet," I decided. "Let's see what they want first. But record every

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.

he muttered grabbing Spade's attention again, he looked at Matteo briefly before his eyes set on the road again. "Nathan Miller was not the middle man, nobody knows who he is, the only person that knows who what he looks like is Greg and Van Horne" he added and Spade just sighed out This was another dead end on this case. "So what? That's it, nothing else"? He asked and Matteo just sighed out, nodding his head. "That's all I could get for now but I'll keep looking" he muttered and Spade took his left hand off the steering and scratched his beard

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."