Mystery Novels & Stories

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

On a moonlit night in the small town of Ravenwood, a peculiar mystery unfolded. Whispers of a ghostly figure haunting the abandoned mansion at the edge of town had piqued the curiosity of the locals. Emma, an adventurous soul with an insatiable appetite for mysteries, decided to unravel the enigma. Armed with a flashlight and a map she obtained from the town's archives, she ventured into the dark corridors of the dilapidated mansion.

"Officer, my boyfriend doesn't like causing trouble, but this isn't something that only concerns the two of us. What if the thief breaks into someone else's home and kills someone?" Milton was sweating profusely now, his eyes darting around, trying to signal me. But I acted as though I didn't see. "Doesn't this have fingerprints and DNA on it? You can test it!"

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.

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect

I need fresh air to keep my brain from becoming frazzled by the scent. It doesn’t take long for him to climb in, turning the key in the ignition as Matt’s favorite band bleeds through the speakers. “So, where are we going on this mystery adventure?” I question, needing to think about something other than his scent. “Patience, Shortcake,” he laughs, as he backs out of the driveway. “You’ll see soon enough.” “Fine,” I huff as my stomach rumbles. “But can food be a part of this secret agenda?”

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.

The following morning brought an unusual sense of anticipation. Not anxiety. Not fear. Curiosity. Interesting. Very interesting. Because despite everything they had uncovered, one final question remained. Who was the man in the photograph? And why did Lily consider him important? The mystery lingered throughout the day. Even during ordinary activities. Especially during ordinary activities. Ava found herself thinking about it while reviewing work documents. While preparing lunch. While listening to Nova explain magazine circulation strategies that sounded suspiciously like a hostile corporate takeover. Interesting. Very interesting.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl