Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

As I crept closer, I found myself crouching down in the darkness, even if what little was left of my rational mind reminded me no one could see inside given the protection being in the dark held. The bloody, gruesome pictures from the crime scenes four years before meshed with the ones from the Voltairs’ murder investigation and those I’d finally located regarding the two other murders with similar MOs. I couldn’t distinguish one from the other except for the fact Damien’s victims had all been female. I’d studied serial killers over the years, honing my skills as a prosecutor, determining their minds were entirely different than process killers, those doing it for revenge or taking out an en

“Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.” I nod to him. “Jase confirmed the serial killers’ link during torture,” I inform those present. It’s dark out, where we located the streetlamp is out, so it hid us within the shadows. “Razor Grothman is the guy who almost killed Lockie,” Ali adds. My eyebrows lift in surprise. “All I want to know is the guy on the list?” Sawyer asks Ali and Callum. “Yeah, he is,” Callum rasps out. “Good,” I snarl. “He almost killed us the other night.”

Felix replied with a sneer, "No need! I'll not let any of these guys go when I become stronger. So what's the point of knowing now? Can I even kill them now?" Skye thought about it, and he was right. Felix was truly someone worthy to work for, even if his ideas were strange. However, she still left him with some information. "The one who planned your assassination is someone called Scorpia. She's very powerful. She joined the Ruin Order only ten years ago and is deeply trusted by the top leaders. This old woman is extremely cunning. You have to be careful."

"It happens that those men have some mob ties." "Mob ties?" I ask, surprised to say the least, "What does that mean?" "It means those men were seriously dangerous people, Kara," he replies seriously, "According to Jerome, he recognized two of them to have been wanted as part of a certain Italian mob gangsters. One of them is going by the name of Julio. Julio is a member of a very deadly gang, popularly known in Italy as the Black Scorpions. These men deal in coccains and other hard substances, and this Julio in question has been a wanted criminal in Denvas for a year now, and Jade put these men up to you? What was she even thinking?"

Faced the jury again. "Over the coming weeks, you'll hear testimony from Vincent Caruso, the hitman Astor hired. You'll see financial records proving payments were made for these murders. You'll hear from law enforcement about evidence connecting Astor to these crimes. And when you've heard everything, I'm confident you'll reach one conclusion. Astor Sinclair is a serial killer. A man who destroyed lives to protect his secrets. And he must be held accountable." Sullivan returned to his seat. Wright stood for the defense.

Finally, I yanked it out. "What the hell?" I snapped. "Calm down, guy," a voice said, dripping with malice. I checked the caller ID—private number. "Who are you?" I shot back. "Sorry for the lack of introduction. I'm Scorpio, the Russian mafia leader," he said, his voice sounding robotic with a sinister laugh. "How the hell did you get my number?" I growled, my anger boiling over. "Is that your biggest worry right now? When your lovely woman is on the verge of death," he replied, still mocking me.

Or it could end with more than just cuts and bruises. What was I thinking, using Sera as bait? Niccolò wasn’t a minnow. He was a shark. But he was going to be a dead shark if it was the last thing I did. My phone buzzed. I checked it immediately. From Scott: Car in sight. Target in sight. We couldn’t see Niccolò, but Scott’s snipers could. I grinned savagely at Sera. “You’ll be his downfall.” Her eyes flashed, and for a moment, I regretted my words, because killing was normal for me, but not for her. She wasn’t desensitized to it. Would this bring out her morality and cause her to try to convince me that Niccolò didn’t need to die?

"You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are " Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below. "That's right." Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Wolves prefer to twist their victims' minds rather than take prisoners. Your kind takes a sick pleasure in destroying other races. If I ever get off these chains I will have you dead ."

"That should be enough, but now we have to feed and water them and hope we know where El Silbon will strike next." "We can't use our last location. We need a way to make him come to us." Theria mused. "You have the right idea, lass. How do we make that dream a reality?" **** Their adventure took them back to the police station, where they met with a profiler named Cory West. Cory was in his thirties, and the scent of takeout food came off him. His long nose distracted the trio. "A serial killing ghost? Is this a joke?" Cory shook his head, "Of Course it isn't because I don't have enough problems with the live ones." He took a seat at the terminal, "What am I looking for?"

As Tatiana reflected on this, she stared at the details of the first girl’s death and felt certain that she had encountered a similar method of killing before. She glanced around the room, stood up, and found the book on criminal psychology she had previously looked through. Relying on her memory, she flipped to page 165, where she found an introduction about Luca Veroni. He was a notorious serial killer known worldwide.