Mystery Novels & Stories

There was something in his eyes that drew Spade in, made Spade more curious about him. There was this fear, uncertainty and something else, something strong he couldn't quite figure out yet. Please vote and comment Chapter 2

“I want you to ransack her bag and bring whatever you find there.” Immediately Drey nodded and left my office. I moved to my laptop, typing in some things. Long time ago, I had installed camera's st tge gate of the Moon Blood Pack. I wanted to know everything going on with my uncle. With this new discovery, I zoom in to the camera at the mansion. There were numerous cars driving out of the mansion. I frowned. Whatever was going on, my uncle was up to something.

It was frustrating and disheartening, and they began to wonder if they would ever be able to solve the mystery. But then, a breakthrough came. Miranda had been studying the message for hours, her mind racing with possibilities, when she suddenly noticed something unusual about the code. It was a subtle shift in the pattern, one that she had overlooked before. With a surge of excitement, Miranda began to work on deciphering the new pattern. And then, just like that, the message was cracked.

But I couldn't relax, not when there was a mystery to be solved. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with possibilities. Every time I thought I had a solid lead, something would throw me off track. It was as if someone was always one step ahead of me, always one move ahead in this game of cat and mouse. But I was determined not to give up. I would follow every lead, turn over every stone, until I found the truth. Nothing would stop me, not even the laziness of a black bee. The black bee looked up at me with a look of annoyance etched across its face. It was as if it couldn't fathom why I was bothering it with something as trivial as a riddle. I couldn't hel

“Nothing seemed to make sense so far. As I tried to piece together an improbable puzzle in my mind, the more my head throbbed with pain. It was almost impossible to attach any meaning to those riddles. Marks and mysteries, the title itself was already a riddle. I, who had gradually climbed to better positions in my career in the police, now felt like an ugly duckling and incapable of solving an apparently simple investigation. In fact, only apparently, because deep down, that race to find some meaning seemed to have no end.

Trust no one until their loyalty is proven through blood and beyond doubt. We depart now, leaving no trace of our identity, for anonymity shields us. But rest assured, Alice, our vigilant eyes are fixed upon you, patient and relentless. Choose your next steps wisely, as time is running out. Yours in mystery, Your enigma. "What the fuck is this?" I whispered. As I read the puzzling words inscribed on the letter, a flurry of emotions swirled within me. Anger and fear intertwined like venomous snakes, constricting my heart.

The scene had been very spooky, the hair on her fair skin stood up when the cold wind of midnight swooshed by. The silence of the place which came after that mind-boggling scene was so eerie and heart-stopping too. She knew this was exactly the moment when most people would just be compelled to run back inside the store or faint on the stone pavement. Oddly though, despite Misty's hairs standing, the first thought that came to her was, 'Damn! What's that? It can't be? Am I that unlucky? It's a suspicious man for sure! How did he vanish? Where did he go? Is he a criminal or a serial killer?'

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”