Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

“Alpha. We were expecting you to bring Elder Rask.” “Elder Rask is unable to attend,” I say. My voice rings off the stone rafters. “Is he ill?” Elder Lyme asks, a small, nervous woman who always looks like she’s waiting for a blow. “He is dead,” I say. The room erupts. Shouts of shock. Corvin stands up, his chair scraping loudly. “Dead?” Corvin demands, his composure cracking. “When? How? Was he tortured?” “He was murdered in his cell,” I say, pitching my voice to cut through the noise. “Poisoned. Sometime between midnight and dawn.”

It's Fred who answered for him. "We have a serial killer on the loose. Personal life means nothing at this point." The captain responded angrily. "Salazar Simmons and Rodney Muller are both murdered. There's no murder weapon, no evidence, not even DNA! And now, that vulture, Bartholomew Carter, is trying to make Dylan Waltz's death a murder too." "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll start working on the cases again today." That's all Marvin could say. He knew that it was selfish to be out for four days. Regardless of his reason, he shouldn't have neglected his job.

My eyes glance at my two mates. Dianthus nodded his head. “Yes, missus, the werewolf was the real culprit of the murder and also the real killer of our first blood.”

Where does Amanda keep the 9mm caliber gun that was used to punch holes in the heads of the Duffal children and their parents? Damn! Hazel couldn't let her mind grow dizzy from thinking about the riddle. Right now she had to go home, clean her apartment, take a nice warm bath, then go to bed and skip dinner. She obviously wouldn't be in the mood to eat under these circumstances. Instead of eating, she preferred to clear her mind for a moment in the sleep— that she believed she would never sleep, until she heard from Calvin and found the answer to the complicated murder riddle.

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.

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

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

Claire started clearing her throat and opened her mouth to let out her voice. "I didn't do it." Kent was still watching Claire's face while Jimmy started talking. "Really? Then why could there be a coincidence between you and the police case. Explain!" Scolds him and throws a file containing one serial murder case and Claire's account that hacked the federal police at the same time. A photo containing a number relating to the serial killer and each clue found throughout the murder victims also complement each other and form a conclusion. Claire also stuttered through the contents of the file and began to glare at the three man in front of her. She shook her head hard and started to stand fa

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?"