Serial Killer Oc Novels & Stories

The sheriff is at a loss for words, so Owen pushes the issue. “The whole point for a serial killer is the serial part. Getting to do it over and over with different victims. If I really was the killer, why the hell would I get myself arrested after the first time. Does that make any sense to you or to this judge that you mentioned?” Owen asks him, waiting for a response. “I guess not.” The sheriff grudgingly admits. “I didn't think so either.” Owen tells him. “So you want me to assume that you had nothing to do with the crime?” The sheriff asks and Owen scowls.

The killer’s identity is currently unknown, though authorities insist they have several leads that they are following. Bull. Shit. They had ‘several leads’ on the Preying Mantis case, also, but none of them went by the name of Sarah Killian. They just always have to say that they have several leads, so that it looks like they are in control of the situation. Also, I suspect they hope it will make the killer nervous, so he’ll make a stupid mistake. I suppose that kind of tactic works on a lot of serial killers, but not the kind who end up working for THEM—which is why, I guess, there’s only thirteen of us.

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

“We’ll find out about it after visiting the General.” Kierson also did think that the General wouldn’t even think about doing it as Jane Draco was one of the underlings of Wayne Emerson. And his people inside the police forces said that there was nothing strange inside the city jail particularly related to Kio Bourner. However, the previous victims of BTK Killer were tortured similarly to how they tortured Jane Draco. The homicide had stopped a few years ago after the General was imprisoned. The authorities haven’t found the killer since then as the killer stopped the serial killing.

I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances. I did not hold back much information from the detectives "Earlier today my mother, April White, was stabbed multiple times. Thirty-one times to be exact. In upstate New York there is a serial killer known as the Tally Man. He is on the FBI most wanted list. They are looking for a man named Sean Donaldson, but that is just an alias. His real name is Spencer Delrose. He is the son of Big Teddy who is the leader of the gang The Unsainted. Spencer Delrose was the one who knifed my mother down earlier today."

Soon the man stood up and walked away from her, giving her a slight wave of relief. “I don’t think I’m kidnapped,” she thought to herself. Soon an old rug from afar caught her sight. She then remembered the news a week ago. **There’s a serial killer on the loose. His victims are female around their 20-30s. He tortures, rapes and kills them, covers their bodies in an old rug and throws their bodies in the ravine.**

There weren't many of them around anymore, a lot of them having been hunted for sport a few centuries ago for reasons I wasn't really sure of. Which made it all the more strange that one was making his presence so obviously known. I flipped through the pictures. Over ten bodies had been found so far. Police reports gathered from the agency stated they suspected a serial killer to be walking free on the streets of D.C. Looking up from the folder, I asked, "Russell know who's doing this?" "Apparently, an incubus named Zaine. He kept an eye on the demon for a few weeks to catch him in the act but lost sight of him a few days ago. That's when more bodies turned up."

Just then, the door to the interrogation room flung open and Clemente came striding into the room with a file in his hand. He slammed the file on the table in front of the owner and snapped, “Look what we just found! Are you still going to deny what you did?” With a trembling hand, the owner turned the cover and opened the file. The first page listed his online shopping records for the past 6 months: duck tapes, ropes, sleeping pills, and detergent… Everything a serial killer needed for the work. And the second page was a photo captured by a surveillance camera. It documented a car accident that happened on the same night that Keavy died.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

"The missing persons reports were filed yesterday, Luna." Emory clenched her jaw, her mind racing with questions that had lingered unresolved for years. The unsolved mystery that had haunted her for over two decades now seemed to mock her ignorance. Emory closed her eyes and braced herself against the wave of panic that threatened to overwhelm her. "Something's happening," she murmured after a moment. Slowly she opened her eyes, her thoughts focusing on a strange detail of this case. "He's never taken more than one victim in a single night." There was an undertone of suspicion in her voice, laced with unease. "Usually, he only takes one Omega. But now, five at once?"