Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

"But nobody saw me. They don't have proofs that's why I was released, there was not enough evidence "But don't you realized that this investigation will lead to uncover your involvement in the organization. You dumbass!!!" a third man intervene. he have a sinister look on his face having a scar running from the right side of his temple to the right side of his cheek . "Scarface!!!" they all shudder with fear in their voices. Scarface is one of the executor if the organization he is fearless, tough and merciless when it comes to killing his victims being a victim himself of summary execution and survived the organization hired him as they realized that he is more of an asset than a liability

One example from February 3, 1894: “Only a little over two years ago Henry G. Dowd rivaled the fiendish Jack the Ripper by slashing seven intoxicated, but inoffensive men in the Fourth Ward (Young, 2018).” “I never heard that yet, but I wasn’t unfamiliar with inspired killings as a reform to whom they admired, Detective. However, what I am intrigue is why are we talking about them as if they are connected with the case on our hand?” The junior officer’s frown deepens. “I couldn’t get what you were trying to imply, I’m sorry.” “That’s alright.” Detective Charlie Reed reassured his junior. “What I was trying to say is that some serial killers could have the same and different ways to show thei

"Are you from the 12 Constellations?" "Don't try to mystify us, and yes, we're the 12 Constellations," Scorpio replied, staring at Chu Xun. Chu Xun raised the corner of his lips and his eyes turned icy. He said in a cold tone, "Kill!" As his voice fell, he had charged to the men of the 12 Constellations. "You're courting death!" Scorpio mocked and rushed toward Chu Xun. Cancer's eyes glittered but he did not stop Scorpio.

He was definitely a notorious figure. Not only would he kill his target, but he would also kill the customer to make double income. In addition, he often killed fellow assassins to snatch their missions too. Money was all he had in his eyes. By right, such a scum like him would be detested and hunted by people, but Scorpion was living a better life than anyone else. When he wasn't on a mission, he was either enjoying a drink on a beautiful island, holidaying with a pretty woman, or living a life of luxury in a seven-star hotel.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

"You said he. How sure are we that the suspect is a man?" Stu frowned. "It seems logical. Most serial killers are male." "Most, but not all." "Okay, I'll give you that one, but you're also talking about someone capable of killing full-grown men. Not just men, but shifters. No offense, but not many women could take one on and win." "But the victims were drugged." "I hardly see them standing still to get injected." "You found proof of a needle?" Stu whirled around and tapped, pulling up an autopsy report. "Back of the neck, a tiny pinprick."

Eddy's eyes remained on my hands which layed lifeless beside the plate until I moved, shamelessly picking up the bread from my plate and returning it to the serving basin. I caught Julie's expression. The polite smile she bore as we talked didn't falter but something in her gaze changed. I thought I could survive Eddy's ruthlessness for this occasion, but I was barely keeping it together. The third... I wasn't sure where I had forgotten the first glass of wine I had - the barman's or the dinner table, but I grabbed another from a passing waiter's tray, just so my fingers were occupied. The waiter moved out of my view to reveal him, Dr. Connor Millow.

But soon, the grief was consumed by a world-destroying rage. If Viola was gone, then the ones responsible for it all would pay a thousand times over. Gavin staggered to his feet. The light in his eyes was gone, replaced by a black abyss. He pulled out his phone and dialed his enforcers. "My orders." "The Ricci family. Leave no one. I want Viper’s head on a spike on the Brooklyn Bridge." "The woman… Sofia. Don’t let her die easy. Throw her in a slum brothel where she belongs. But first, cut out her tongue. I don't like the sound of her voice."

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.