Mysteries Without Murders Novels & Stories

He was suspecting something. He looked at the other corpses and the slits were the same. There could be just one suspect then. Also, there is only one murder reported and that was meant for these four people. The lady that the woman in white trench coat killed wasn't reported. Maybe that lady didn't die after all. He wondered who that was. He was thinking of not seeing how the other victim died. But he found himself enjoying as he watched them as if he was watching a live porn. Yomiel grinned and moved to the third victim and traveled back in time

It didn't hunt with claws or teeth; it hunted by erasing the context of their existence. Without the anchors of memory—the trivial, messy, human details—they were becoming nothing more than conduits for the power they held. They were becoming as hollow as the Architects they had sworn to contain. ​Laura reached into the satchel she still carried, though she didn't remember packing it. She pulled out a small, worn leather notebook and a piece of charcoal. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the charcoal to the page.

No one dared to break the silence not even my talkative momma. When we gat home,she was still no-where to be found and mom didn't stop expressing her discomfort telling me it might be because I drove speedily home . I decided not to bother arguing with her because it's gonna be pointless,no one,not even dad wins when he argues with mom . I took my sit beside dad peacefully and Anna excused herself to tidy up her room.

She licked her lips. "Hmm, who does not know the Alpha of this pack." She said and I looked at her with scrutiny. Really? Who does not? She is fishy. * * This book is weird 😂... I don't even understand what is going on with Connor and Alyssa.

The city stood still under the blanket of darkness, its usual hum drowned out by the gravity of the situation. Lysandra stood by the window of her apartment, her gaze fixed on the distant skyline. The moon hung low, a crescent scarred by the remnants of forgotten secrets. Her fingers drummed absently against the edge of her desk, the images of the latest murder scattered around her. Another death. Another symbol. Another victim. She couldn't shake the sense of familiarity gnawing at her, a creeping feeling that the crimes weren’t just connected by bloodshed, but by something more ancient, more primal. The pattern was undeniable now, woven through the fabric of the city's darkness.

“Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried” ”You don’t need to be worried since you are not the murderer, everything would be fine John, don’t panic´Whitefield said. “But don’t you think that law enforcement would be on to us very soon?, because I know for sure that all these are not coincidences” Summers said. “I don’t think so John, I feel like you’re just being unnecessarily paranoid, don’t fret it would be fine dude” Whitefield said. “Alright if you say so” Summers said, exhaling deeply.

Detective Sean began, he saw the awful look on Dixon face. “Around your neighborhood, something or someone is killing people every night.” He sips from the coffee. “A demon it could be, there hasn’t been any hint yet, but it’s sucks blood off its victims. Not a trace of blood was found when he saw them. It was like it was so hungry for blood.” “I thought we came here to talk about me and Eamon, how is gonna get out of prison. That’s why am here isn’t?” “This case involves you because you live there.” He place his elbow on the table and lean closer.

He decided to talk to her instructors as soon as he got back and he made a mental note of that. “A whistle blower for the agency has informed us that there were three bizarre murders around Maine. No apparent motives, no evidence left and no previous police records of the victims. The major concern is that all the murders follow a same pattern. There were brutal scars on each one of the bodies but no hint that any kind of weapon was used for the murders,” William said, coming to the point. “When do we leave?” Olivia asked. “In about an hour. Holly will be joining us on this assignment,” William said.

Detective Taliya stared at the evidence board in her office, trying to make sense of the seemingly impossible case before her. The latest robbery had left no trace, no fingerprints, no CCTV footage, nothing. It was as if the perpetrator had vanished into thin air. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, frustration mounting. She was known for her sharp instincts and keen eye for detail, but this case was testing even her skills. She needed a breakthrough, something to crack open this baffling mystery.

Their deaths are highly mysterious. Tris clenched his jaw at the news he was watching. This was not the first time something like this had happened; just last month, several corpses were also found in the middle of the street. And all of them were killed in mysterious ways. No suspects, no evidence—the only similarity was that all the victims were found on the road. They were cleanly killed, and even the autopsy results yielded nothing; no anomalies were found regarding how the victims died.