Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

What he did know was that it was no good to starve yourself. Yet Wilbur was completely transfixed and did not even seem to hear Arsi. Later at night, a figure dashed out of Diseya to the deserts outside where five Harley-Davidsons parked. Six men and one woman wearing leather jackets stood waiting as the short figure ran over. The short guy was named Johnson, the key informant of the Scorpion Killers. His small frame made him easy to miss, and the Scorpion Killers had accomplished many missions with his help. They did the same this time, getting Johnson to enter Diseya to spy on Wilbur.

“No.” She drew a deep breath. “As much as I wanted him dead for what he did to us, I still needed him alive, and now we don’t have any lead to how we find Obsidian. Sebastien’s men and his contacts are still scouring for information. So, where does that leave us?” She threw her hand in the air, frowning. “Nothing. Nada. And the worse part is, I think there’s a werewolf rogue out there taking down humans.” “The same MO as the first victim. I think we have a serial killer on the loose, Cal.” I saw fear in his eyes. “What do you think?”

he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine. Scarlett was resolute in her mission to defeat Tobias, even if it meant using seduction as a tactic. She knew that getting close to him physically would provide her with the opportunity to strike and finally take her revenge. With each passing moment, her determination grew stronger, and she became more focused on her ultimate goal. She was willing to do whatever it takes to bring down the man who held responsible for the massacre of her family.

A shadow loomed above her and greeted with the giant's nasty ass face. "My hands itched to kill you but I'm ordered not-" He didn't completed his words as Kebin threw him away, out into the clearing. Kebin nodded to her and back to the battle. "Viktor!" Serra called and Viktor found her. Viktor was a huge serpent, sleeky poking a four armed Badblood. His long body was full of cuts and bruises. Serra's chest was still in pain and speaking is agony. She pointed on Sisi and gladly, Viktor immediately understand.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

I needed to act fast so I acted like he was a long-time friend, “Hello guys, I'm here to see Scorpion, is he in?” “Why do you seek him?” One of them asked me “We discussed business 4 days ago and today is the day we carry it out”. The one who questioned me heaved a sigh, “Black Scorpion is dead”. I acted shocked by the news so it looked like it was the first time I heard it. “How did this happen? This is shocking” “Well, he was murdered here but I believe it was done by a woman he recently did a job for. You should leave now so that the police don't catch you here”.

I imagined I was looking at similar sites that Jaxon had been looking at and became instantly aware of why he’d want to hide this from me. Antonio Marino was a monster. A serial killer at best. This man had no issue with violent, tortuous murder just for murder's sake. That seemed to be his answer for everything. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to align themselves with such a person. Yet, the list of his known associates was extremely long. Granted, half of them were dead or in prison; it seemed Marino didn’t care who he screwed over as long as he got his, yet more kept popping up.

He glanced toward the rearview mirror, and when he saw no car actively following, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. The Tundra incident came back to him. “Esos cabrones,” he muttered. One of the four attackers had survived the crash and disappeared into the scrub. His blood trail had gone cold after a few hundred meters through dry brush and rock. The other three were dead. They carried the Scorpion Mafia mark. He leaned back against the seat, the weight of that detail settling in. The Scorpions did not leave marks by accident, and they did not lose men without purpose. When he reached the office, Dante was already waiting in the conference room. A long table stood between them, covered with na

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

"One of our country's newest and highly dangerous criminals, Sophia Scofield is still on the run," a federal agent stands on a podium addressing a gathering of follow agents. "As we all know she has been charged with the murder of one of our country's most prestigious governors. And the slaughter of the cops that went to apprehend her."