Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

And maybe that’s the cruelest part of love—the way it makes you willing to break yourself for someone who may not even realize what they had until it’s too late. We stayed like that for a little longer before we laid down together. In order to deal with what was ahead of us, we had to talk about Rarf and Alvaro and how to get rid of them permanently. "I feel like someone is working on the inside. You saw those set of eyes, the green ones, I only know two people with it, Inizo and Nico from the stingers but Nico can't have access so I think my prime suspect is Inizio. I know you trust him but try to look at the situation with an open mind." I spoke out waiting for his response. He thought abo

If they have Bella and my unborn child, they are as good as dead. “Fuck, hopefully they don't know she is pregnant because they will use this against you. We did find tattoos on all of them. I have never seen these tattoos before on other gangs or mafia. Whoever it is was fast and knew what they were doing.” Richard said as he showed me a photo of the tattoo’s on the men we had killed. “A scorpion?” “Yes, everyone has it on the back of their necks. If we can find the person who had done this, we can find whoever was behind this attack.”

"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

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 treated Anton Devereux, the high-profile arsonist who burned two houses with people inside and smiled through sentencing. I evaluated Marcus Hale, the schizophrenic hitman who spoke to his knives more than to me. I counseled Julien Koss, the serial strangler who braided victims’ hair postmortem because “they looked prettier that way.” I even spent eight months treating the Stonemarrow Butcher, the man who carved sigils into his victims’ skin as “proof of devotion.” I’ve stared into the eyes of men who believed God spoke through their bloodshed. I’ve been locked in a room with men who killed without blinking, who confessed their crimes with the same casual tone others use to order coffee.

"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."