Murdoc Novels & Stories

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

We can go get our people. “Something you want to add, Maxy” I say with sarcasm. “The stupid rat bastard” He says as his eyes flash. “He is a dragon by the name of Morbius. He works as one of the lackies inside of the facility. Its who I got the first coordinates from a few days ago. I already have a team assembled. With your permission first” He rushes to add.

"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

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

"You sit here and wait a moment." "Okay" Selina surveyed the room and sat down on the chair in the room. Wolfgang calls Hebe, who wants to leave, to ask for some information before entering the room to get Selina's information. “Hebe, did that girl tell you anything on the way here?” “She only revealed her personal information, and the rest did not.” “What did she say her name was?” “Her name is Selina.” Wolfgang looked thoughtful and, after a long time, said, "That Robert is a serial killer."

He headed back to his motel on foot and Julian trailed him back and watched him get into his motel. Julian sat in his car researching about Dmitri with the help of Frederick without moving an inch except to get an hamburger to eat until it was dark. Julian found out that Dmitri is a Russian mercenary for hire. There was another movement at the door and this caught Julian’s attention. He picked up his binocular, looked through and saw another man coming out of the motel room hurriedly as he crossed to the other street, started his bike and zoomed off. Julian got out of his car and headed towards the motel room, his gun in his hand and right behind him.

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

Or light at the end of the tunnel. "Yeah. Any news?" "Yeah. The murderer of Melissa have been found. The fingerprint of the murderer matches the fingerprint of one, Mr Henry Gomez during scanning. Mr Henry Gomez happened to be an ex- military personnel who got released of his duty after he was found guilty of sharing confidential information to a sly, who was a member of a terrorist group." Impressive. Daniel thought. "Henry Gomez goes by the nickname Ten lives. And he live by disguise." Great information. "What's his location?"

While the rest were just unimportant people who happened to be recorded. Theo smiled sarcastically at the strange movements. New to the syndicate after a long closure, he had been hired by an Italian bigwig to end the life of a political curas perpetrator, Vittori Oro. The inter-organizational network signaled the return of 'Dor D'Murder', Theo's nickname in the dark world. So they competed to cooperate. Although not all offers he received. Theo is looking for sinners just like himself. And Vittori was the first candidate to be targeted.