Murdoc Novels & Stories

It was evident now that the murderer was not entirely human, not in the right sense, because the autopsy report had indicated a variant form of animal. But this murderer, maybe human-like, had made their presence known here in the city. The door swings open suddenly and his assistant walks in. “Sir, is there anything you need before I take my leave?” The pile of paperwork on his desk would need all the help he could get, but who was he kidding? This was his share of problems to deal with. He shook his head in response. The assistant hesitated, lingering a few seconds longer. “Is everything alright?” he insisted.

shirt. "What happened to Bill? Did he give any information about the deal of cocaine with the Russian mafia?" Sherlock Hanes, the owner of the Italian mafia, the most dangerous criminal with more than a thousand murders in his name and the most searched culprit in police records yet with no single case filed against him, spoke to Carl.

“She can stay, can’t she? Her and Dustin.” His eyes darkened as he picked up my train of thought. “Andre won’t get a whiff of them,” he promised with a growl. Killian meant that with his whole soul. I nodded. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, though. Another enemy for another day. Including this Peter Morozov, whoever he was. The last name was Russian. I’d gathered from the phone call with Scott that he was a crime lord, and we’d been in his territory unannounced.

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

For the next hour, Marcus walked me through all eleven targets: Target Three : Robert Morrison, age thirty nine. No relation to Detective Morrison, but a dirty cop who'd been feeding information about our family to Becca's network. Single, lived alone, scheduled for a home invasion at 7:07 PM. Target Four : Michelle Rodriguez, age twenty eight. Journalist who'd been writing sympathetic pieces about Becca, painting her as a victim of the justice system. Lived with a girlfriend in Silver Lake. Drug overdose at 7:10 PM, staged to look like a relapse.

DAY Drake Moros: Bea Larson, twenty-nine years old. Standing tall and overweight with tan skin, Dr Moros has a thuggish feel about him with his soft black eyes and his short, straight, black hair worn in a pompadour. Detective Nathan Moya, a looker with arms like canons and face like a hard, sexually charged Greek god, stands behind the on-scene medical examiner. Dressed in his casual attire of dark slacks, solid black loafers, and cuffed long-sleeved button-down tucked behind his badge hooked to his waist.

“How dare you tell me, you couldn’t bring her here!” Hugh yelled, throwing the desk across the room without a sweat. “I-I’m sorry Alpha. The Alpha of the blue moon pack got involved, killing the others in the process.” Hugh’s beta replied, trembling before him. His information made Hugh very pissed. He hates people getting involved in his business.

Dark Blood forced a laugh and refused to answer her question. "I told you this guy is mysterious, he's a bloody heartless criminal. It's quite obvious he uses different identities in any city he goes to so that no one can track him down!" "Bloody bastard!" Alice hisses and hits her gun on his head. "You're getting furious as I am about this guy, it's good we're on the same page" Liam smirks in triumph and Alice shrugs in response. "I'll ask you one last time, tell me your fucking name now or I'll blow your head!"

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.