Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

“If the biometrics and gait are the same as the Scythian, then we have our first real lead.” Max stood. “We’ll need to look at the timeline of Scythian killings and when Kris Muller was supposedly in Southern Africa or the Middle East. My gut says that he initially built his fortune through poaching, and ran the Horse Lord gig on the side. When he became notoriously famous on the dark web, he transferred all his time to Scythian terror.” Oscar called out, “Chasov didn’t make it. He’s gone.”

The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on his pale skin and made his sharp features appear even more menacing. “Don, I have some bad news.” Scar trembled, his voice as low as that of an infant just trying to speak some words. “Spit it out,” Marshall dictated after he gulped some wine down his throat. Scar hesitated before he spoke, “Vince Khumalo was murdered. Francesco was the perpetrator, which means he is in Seattle. The lady was also with him.” Marshall burst out laughing. He commanded Scar to move closer and when he did. He pulled him violently and almost strangled him in the process.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

he said through gritted teeth. His face didn’t show anger, but rather sadness, the look of a man frustrated, hurt, and desperate. "No, how can you be sure of that?" "Because she confessed." Libia saw the sincerity in his eyes. Yet, she couldn’t shake the sick feeling in her stomach, thinking of the years she spent living under the same roof as a murderer. "She bragged endlessly about what she did..." Tiodor didn’t want to explain any further. "That’s why you wanted to kidnap her. You intended to do the same to her." Libia closed her eyes.

Scar muttered, bewildered. “She’s fine,” Ryder confirmed. Ghost turned to Scar. “I’ll explain later, I promise. If Ciara’s in danger, I need to know. I need to find her.” Scar exhaled. “This is all Sergio’s doing. He wanted Ciara, I think. He intercepted the Don’s plans to sell her off. He killed the Don...” Ghost remained stoic. He had suspected as much. No one else had the access or motive like Sergio did. “And he framed you for it,” Scar continued. “Framed me too. Used your phone. The one you used to talk privately with Don Carianno. Lured him out, they killed him, and...”

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

He is Alessandro Emilio, the greatest mafia lord of California's most powerful and dangerous group, SCORPIO. From drug trafficking to money laundering, kidnapping, extortion, robbery, murder is all controlled under him. So dangerous that he happened to escape the world most secured prison twice.... Scorpio.... It was tattooed on his left arm bicep. Sabrina shivered visibly thinking how she in world she who can’t even harm an aunt came to marry such a ruthless man? This man, who happens to be husband, can’t be loved. She have never thought that the fate would lead her to be him.

Then a news channel caught his eyes which was telling about the recent serial murders. The police confirmed the three murders to be serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over the shocking news and they are hoping that the police would capture Dr. Kil

He distanced his lips and held the sides of my head. “What’s wrong?” he asked wiping my tears away. I didn’t know that I was crying already. I looked upward to stop my tears from falling. I looked away and wiped my own tears. I breathe in before facing him and pulled the best smile I could form. I held both of his cheeks. “It’s okay. I will search for you in the next life.” I locked my eyes on his. He leaned his forehead against mine. “I’ll wait for you.” You won’t wait long, Grip. At the very moment I laid my eyes on the black scroll I know that my name was written on it, I was the thirteenth victim. I was that SH, Serra Hilario.