Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

My composure broke for a split second. “ And guess what? They drowned too, just like Raven's mother but only this time it wasn't a bathtub but a lake.” He chuckled darkly.“ Isn't that a coincidence?” Brilliant bastard! He knows, he has always known. It's so unfortunate that I have no idea what he's talking about, isn't it? “ What a tragic event, Alex. But tell me.’’I curled my fist on the desk, leaning forward.“Why do you have so much interest in these murder cases, hmm?” I crooked a brow at him and I saw his shoulders stiffen.

One that would actually work. I tried to remember who was the one who killed them and got a painful headache in return. Gloved hands were all I could see and remember. How is that supposed to be a clue? It could be anyone. Father, a witch or even a werewolf! But the location was ominous, terribly ominous. Westfalls. “What are you thinking so hard about?” Reed asked me, bringing breakfast he prepared for the three of us. “You don’t have to do this, you know. We can use spells,” Ace said after thanking him then picked up a steaming mug of coffee.

Sheldon turned on the projector and continued, "This case is very strange. They are all families whose husbands have died. The murderer will always leave the youngest child of the family alive and kill everyone else. The children who survived are 5, 6, 3, and 2 years old respectively." "So, the murderer didn't kill the whole family," Alissa interrupted. "This case is very special because the strangest thing in the case is that the murderer is the dead husband." "What does this mean? There are four serial murders, but the murderer for all cases are the families' respective dead husbands?" Hogward asked in confusion. "Yes, the confession of the five-year-old child, the six-year-old child, and

Night after night I begged the Moon Goddess to take me instead, but she never answered. “The guard went missing the same day Riley was murdered. He’s the only one who could’ve done it, yet according to his family he was just an ordinary Joe who had plans on retiring next year. Add that to the fact that his body was weeks into decomposition, and it makes no fucking sense!” Jada snarled, throwing her hands in the air. This was only the beginning of her daily tirade. No judgement from my end, though. We were all doing what we could to cope. I flipped my mother’s blade around in my hand, the one she’d given to Lilac when we were kids. “Unless a rotting corpse is capable of murder, it’s not going

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes flicking toward the chattering customers before she turned back to Ashwin. “You heard, right?” she asked, keeping her voice low. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” Sarah exhaled. “Eleven murders now. The whole town’s on edge.” The more Ashwin listened, the more details emerged, each one more unsettling than the last. “They found them this morning,” someone whispered from a nearby table. “All with their throats cut—wide open, like they never even saw it coming.” “Their eyes were still open,” another voice added, sending a chill down Ashwin’s spine. “Like they died looking at something that terrified them.”

"Oh my God! another murder?," "Isn't that Mrs Hudsons home?," "I don't understand, who the hell murders an. old defenseless woman?," "Do you think the town is cursed?," "It has to be, how else can you explain what is happening in town?, the murders and mysterious disappearances?" The town folks whispered as sheriff Byod stood at the threshold of the crime scene, taking in the sight before him. The small, modest home in the rural town of Hallow Groove was now the center of a gruesome murder investigation.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.