Mystery Novels & Stories

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and take a book that looks the most interesting out of all the books I saw. 'In the Woods' by Tana French.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

Suddenly Celine felt this prickling sensation behind her neck, as if someone was watching. So she looked around, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was her mystery guy in the dark suit. She stared right back, issuing a challenge. ‘Hey there. Took you forever to notice me,’ she thought. ‘Let’s see who gives up first?’ She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned, so she smiled back. Celine felt like some communication passed between them in the few seconds they stared at each other.

"Now, I will claim what was meant for me all along." ​Laura felt a surge of cold dread. They had been led like lambs, and now they were trapped in the very heart of the mystery they had come to solve. The trap had closed, and the endgame of the Pact of Blood had begun.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

He was never meant to touch her… but he’s the only one who makes her feel alive. ****** They thought she was dead. Five years ago, Rael Talon was dragged from her home in blood and betrayal. She lost her pack. She lost her mate. And she lost the child growing inside her—taken before she ever had the chance to feel a heartbeat or hear a cry. The world buried her and moved on. Now she’s back. Her wolf is silent. Her arms are empty. And the man who once promised her forever stands beside another woman, living the life that should have been hers. As enemies hunt her, Rael is saved by Eryx Blackthorne, a dangerous man with dark eyes and darker secrets. She should fear him. She sho

The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air. I sat at my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my textbooks. Under the warm light, the familiar formulas and theories slowly calmed my racing mind. I knew this wasn't over. Giselle's test report and the pills under Sarah's desk were two pieces of the puzzle—but they didn't make a complete picture. And Kathryn? What was her role in all of this? And who booked that ticket under my name? How did they get my student ID and pull this off?

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.

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.