Scorpio Serial Killers Novels & Stories

“The most recent victim of the serial killer, turns out she was grand father’s… ugh! She was Mr. Colin’s personal secretary as well.” “Ohh…” That information came unexpectedly and it caught him off guard, leaving him speechless. “All the victims of this serial killer had had a connection with Skyline, mostly as workers which makes…” She laughed, looking at Chester who had a smile on his face and his attention on the road ahead as he drove steadily. “…this sounds crazy even to me but it just makes Skyline our major suspect.”

Olegario Rey had realized that the serial killer was not just one, but two different people. He was on the close trail of who those two people were… By going after Roger who was one of the main targets of the assassin, he would discover the truth... Olegario was sure that the lesbian executioner was one of them, but what about the other? The notes they had left were from different people and that, for a detective like Olegario, was an easy solution. Following Roger, he saw that he was heading to his office in the Holy Order, Olegario could see the shadow of someone closing the door. An argument was heard. Olegario kicked the door open and pointed out to the subject that he had an iron mask.

Jensen "Sorry to call you on short notice again Mr. Meyer, but I could use the help. I'm not from here and have never seen anything like this until these past three cases. " "At this point detective, I think it's safe to say we have a serial killer who is targeting voodoo practitioners." "That's what all this is?" He questions gesturing to the altar with precious stones laid out on a grid, melted candles, and figures surrounding it. On the shelf beside are homemade dolls and bottles sealed with wax. On the other side is an aquarium set up for a snake.

It wasn't a miss, but it was purposely thrown like that. The sudden thud and the sight of the knife quelled the chaos momentarily. Who was it that would throw and have the power to stop this chaos inside this business? All eyes turned to the formidable figure of Sherly, known as Scorpio. She stood tall and unwavering, her gaze piercing through the turmoil. Everyone shivered when they saw her. It wasn't a fake one, but a real one! The real Scorpio!

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.” And this time, neither of them questioned it.

“What date was he born?” “Twenty eighth.” Quinn giggled and shook her head. “Oh, no…that explains everything about him…he’s a Scorpio!” “And?” He leaned away from her to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “What can I say about Scorpio…?” Quinn twisted her mouth into a sultry little pout making Cory scowl. “Oh, let me guess…they’re great lovers?” He hissed under his breath as the movie started and the lights went out. Quinn giggled behind her hand. “Amongst other things…they are pretty narcissistic people, psychopathic almost…possessive and over protective.”

Zack briefed them on the case. "The Culprits!" Harris corrected. "What do you mean by that?" Zack and Riley asked curiously. "I mean we are looking for two culprits. One flays its victim while the other dismembers. They both seem to have different things that they keep as a trophy. The Flayerman keeps the victim's furs while the accomplice keeps the body part like the arm that is missing. In the end, both of them are bizarre Psychopaths and I swear I will not spare them!" Harris swore as he angrily walked to his desk.

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.

He asked me if I was alright and I nodded. Scott turned and watched me and Lorenzo with a deep frown, he pointed at Lorenzo, "Fucking look at him, he is the most vicious fucking killer in the Cosa Nostra. He is a fucking killing machine, a fucking monster and somehow you have him wrapped around your finger too!" "Because I treat him like a person instead of treating him like some kind of killing machine!" Scott scoffed, "I will never do anything for you." "If you do this, I promise I will never bother you again. I will never bother Nikolai again," I told him, it was the truth anyway.

I dare say at this point that he is a serial killer and a psychopath and we must ask who is next on this horrendous murder spree of his. Before I am dragged for making such atrocious claims that I am charged with slander, I must invite you to take a stroll with me as I walk you through the events of August 9, 2010. It was unusually cold that night, it rained so heavily in Texas that day that news outlets reported we were witnessing climate change. We were not. But that night, Selena Eloise Gascon Schaumer would have her last breath stolen from her by the cold hands of her bum of a husband. She would die that night, leaving her daughter an orphan while a psychopath inherits the hundred-millio