Murdoc Novels & Stories

"And you are?" "Dr. Thessara Hart. I was—" "The witness who called 911. Yes, I have your statement." He extended his hand. Firm grip. Assessing. "Detective Marcus Reeves. I've been investigating some unusual incidents in Maplewood." Marcus. Of course his name was Marcus. Different man. No relation to the Alpha. But the coincidence felt like mockery. "Unusual incidents?" "Animal attacks. Or what appear to be animal attacks." He pulled out a notebook. Flipped pages. "Several witnesses near Miss Morrison's accident reported seeing a large wolf. Unusually large. Far too large to be a natural wolf."

"Vehicles left last night?" "Classified information." "Something happened last night, didn't it? While I was sleeping?" The guard's expression didn't change, but I saw something flicker in his eyes. Confirmation. "What happened?" The guard didn't answer, but his silence was answer enough. Footsteps in the hallway, we both look toward the door. Dr. Morrison appeared, carrying his black bag and another woman I didn't recognize. "Miss Thorne," Dr. Morrison said formally. "This is Healer Maren. She specializes in supernatural contamination."

Handsome, slick, wearing a tuxedo. "His name is Dante Moretti," Alistair said. "He is a charming sociopath. He loves gambling, fast cars, and beautiful women. He will be expecting assassins. He will not be expecting a newlywed couple." Julian looked at the screen. He looked at me. "We'll do it," Julian said. "Good," Madame Dubois said. She stood up, signaling the meeting was over. "Bring us the drive by Monday morning. Or don't bother coming back at all."

the bartender replied “ He is a frequent customer “ “ohhh, could you recall the events of when he last came here? “ “ohh the last time he came here, nothing special really happened he just came with some of his friends, ordered the same whiskey you ordered , talked with his friends and he left with them” the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “

Morrigan can clearly remember the day Colfre first saved her, the first time they met vividly like it just happened yesterday. The memory of that day where she danced with death underwater with the threat of drowning and a perpetrator assassinating her. She can clearly remember how she sank down the deep part of the pool thinking it will be her eternal abyss, where her life will end in that moment not until a young man clad in black jumped in the water and saved her from her almost demise. A young man with ginger hair and bright hazel eyes brought her back to the surface just in time.

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Also, let me know when you find the sweater. He took a last glance at the corpse and left the room. The inspector re-entered the living room, completely unaware that the murderer was present right in front of him ... He took off his police cap to convey his commiserations. He absently stroked his dyed hair, which though thinner than what he would have liked, was perfectly gelled, jet black and slicked backwards. Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending.

Okorie’s bedside holding a long syringe. “ what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she barged in, taking him by surprise. He was in the ward alone with Dr. Mrs. Okorie lying unconscious on the bed. She went strait for the stainless tray sitting on a small metal table nearby where the pack of the injection was placed and read the inscription on it. It shocked her. “You traitor! “ she exclaimed as she recognized the black Goliath’s intention to murder the poor woman. “You want to kill her!?!” ...before she could turn fully to face him, a hard blow landed on her head.

I told them. “Moran?! Like Tybalt Moran?!” Winston asked incredulously. “His son. Jeremiah. He’s Sköll. He joined the Helvegr a year before Madison killed his dad. He’s a good guy.” I smiled. The men stared at me. I knew they didn’t think I could be right. Madison killed Tybalt Moran, the Phantom killed Tybalt Moran.